What’s the railroad to me?

Henry David Thoreau, 1817 – 1862

What’s the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.


This image, from shorpy, shows the Penmar train station at the start of the 20th century. The Appalachian trail runs through there now, and it’s well-covered in forest. Somehow I think Thoreau would approve of the change.

Author: rharrisonauthor

International man of mystery. Well not really, although I can mangle several languages and even read the occasional hieroglyphic. A computer scientist, an author and one of the very few people who has both an NIH grant and had a book contract. An ex- booktrope author and a photographer.

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