Thursday, August 20, 2009
Railway to Nowhere..
The Railroad used to pass through the town where I live. In fact, like many towns in the US my town wouldn't even exist if the railroad hadn't needed a stop here. Towns sprouted up along the railroad line, giving Farmers a way to both get supplies and ship out their crops.
The trains don't run on the tracks through my town anymore. To our south, the Dallas Area Rapid Transit organization operates communter trains on the old railroad right of way between Dallas and her closer suburbs.
My town, though, hasn't shown any interest in becoming a part of that system. So, the old rail line crumbles away to rust and dust....
I'm drawn to lonely, decaying places like this. When I stand there and close my eyes, I can almost see and hear the world of the past. All the lives that were lived here. All the things they thought were so important. They lived, and loved, and for a brief moment they felt like they were the center of the universe.
Just like we do.
In many places, the old rail line has been removed completely. But if you know where to look, you can still find traces of the old girl still around.
I think, sometimes, about the peole who will come after I'm gone. Will someone stand where I stood, and think about me?