This Poem was Submitted By: Betty Lou Hebert On Date: 2000-06-29 16:51:39 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Last Train Through Alpha

 She drove her buggy into town  And wore her husband's favorite gown.  Of palest blue, with lacy trim.  She liked to look her best for him.  She drove up to their general store  And hitched the pony at the door,  Then went on in so she could buy  The things they needed and to try  To coax her mate to the hotel.  They knew the menu very well  And often lunched there as a treat  When all her shopping was complete.  When it was time to start on back,  She had to cross the railroad track.  She stopped to let a train go by.  The whistle made her pony shy.  He reared and she was thrown out.  A fateful day there is no doubt.  The engineer threw on the air,  Then said a quick and fervent prayer  And yet he knew there was to be  An unavoided tragedy.  The little town was horrified  And many bitter tears were cried.  Her husband shot the pony there,  Beside himself with deep despair.  A wreath of black upon their door.  His love was gone forevermore.  He was a wealthy man and so  He forced the railroad line to go  Around the town and where she died,  He built a park and placed inside  A monument that bore her name  And told the tale to all who came.

Copyright © June 2000 Betty Lou Hebert

Additional Notes:
Part of this is true. One of my great-grandmothers did die this way.


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