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