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Poem of the Week
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THE OLD BLACK DIAMOND
By Ralph J. Adams
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I looked out the window, across the fields and way down back,
To what used to be the old Lehigh Valley Railroad Track.
I used to sit and listen for the whistle that seemed to rhyme,
To tell us that the Old Black Diamond would be right on time.
My brother and I would balance ourselves on the rails;
Skipping from tie to tie, till would hear the distant whistle wail.
Stepping aside as the train went streaking past, and hoping to hear,
A toot from the engine and a wave from the Engineer.
Now all that is left is an old cement base,
Where a proud station once stood in its place
I could picture the passengers on the platform where they would light.
Waiting for the Black Diamond to come into sight.
Now all is left of what once stood there,
A dream to tell our children and tales to share.
Show them the path that was once a railroad track,
I try to give them a picture of times way back.
Now when I hear a train whistle, I would shed a tear.
For I know the old Black Diamond will always be near.
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