Lawrence Hall
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Kirbyville - The Santa Fe Depot
I loved to sit and watch the trains go by
As they blew smoke and steam into the sky
Or sometimes paused beneath the water tower
And sat there on the siding for an hour
The crew in overalls to the café
Hamburgers and coffee most every day
They swaggered back along our old Main Street
Important working men with schedules to meet
The whistle blew, the steam escaped, the train
Breathed heavily, and lurched and clanked to gain
Escape from our small town, then down the line
A tunnel through forests of oak and pine –
In dreams of boyhood, through memory’s eye
I love to sit and watch the trains go by
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