In Kernersville, there are colorful
Wall murals which give glimpses
Into what was, long ago.
I saw ladies in billowing long
Red and white dresses standing
With gentlemen wearing tall hats
All waiting at the railroad station
For family arriving from faraway places.
Soon, they would all step into a horse
Drawn carriage to take a short ride home.
Nobody looked up to see the child
Perched high above who on bleak days
After school would climb to the flat roof
To wait for the trains to pass.
The trains were carrying weary passengers
Traveling to faraway places, and they were
Also going home.
Many years later, she would remember
The sound of the whistle as the trains
Passed and she would speak of the sound
As both sad and mournful,
Perhaps because it always
Her of all times past.
© 2010 Marjorie Levine
for Frances Slade