A Walk Along the Old Tracks

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     When I was young they had already been
     abandoned for years
     overgrown with sumac and sour apple,
     the iron scrapped, the wood long
     gone for other things.
     In summer my father would send us along them
     to fetch the cows from the back pasture,
     a long walk to a far off place it seemed
     for boys so young. Lost again for a moment
     in that simple place,
     I fling apples from a stick and look for snakes
     in the gullies. There is
     a music to the past, the sweet tones
     of perfect octaves
     even though we know it was never so.
     My father had to sell the farm in that near perfect time
     and once old Al Shott killed a six foot rattler on the tracks.
     "And when the trolly was running" he said, "you could jump
     her as she went by and ride all the way to Cleveland,
     and oh," he said, "what a time you could have there."