Purely Poetry: The Durango-Silverton Adventure

Thursday, September 2, 2004

Narrow Guage Train Ride

All Aboard! The call was heard! The whistle blew! My breath held in pause with awe - excitement rising with the bright, warm sun. The mountain air clean, crisp and cool as the big, black engine began to roar and old, metal wheels slowly started to turn pulling bright, yellow cars, trailing behind, over wooden tracks laid in secret so long ago by men who boldly dreamed it could be done - daring to conquer the untamed wild. Smells of the steam engine and cedar, mixed with the scents of flowers... Sign in to see full entry.

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