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Initial import of Gullery, an open source photo gallery:
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- Sun May 20 19:05:59 +0100 2007
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1 | <h1>In the Caboose.</h1> |
2 | |
3 | <% content_for 'poem' do -%> |
4 | "Train delayed? and what's to say?" |
5 | "Blocked by last night's snow they say." |
6 | Seven hours or so to wait; |
7 | Well, that's pleasant! but there's the freight. |
8 | Depot loafing no one fancies, |
9 | We'll try the caboose and take our chances. |
10 | |
11 | Cool this morning in Watertown, |
12 | Somewhat frosty___mercury down; |
13 | Enter caboose___roaring fire, |
14 | With never an air-hole; heat so dire |
15 | That we shrivel and pant; we are roasted through- |
16 | Outside, thermometer thirty-two. |
17 | |
18 | We start with a jerk and suddenly stop. |
19 | "What's broke?" says one; another "What's up?", |
20 | "Oh, nothing," they answer, "That's our way: |
21 | You must stand the jerking, sorry to say." |
22 | We "stand it" with oft this painful thought: |
23 | Are our heads on yet, or are they not? |
24 | |
25 | Comrades in misery___let me see; |
26 | Girl like a statue opposite me; |
27 | Back and forth the others jostle___ |
28 | She never winks, nor moves a muscle; |
29 | See her, as she sits there now; |
30 | She's "well balanced," anyhow. |
31 | |
32 | Woman in trouble, tearful eyes, |
33 | Sits by the window, softly cries, |
34 | Pity___for griefs we may not know, |
35 | For breasts that ache, for tears that flow, |
36 | Though we know not why. Her eyelids red |
37 | Tell a sorrowful tale___some hope is dead. |
38 | |
39 | Man who follows the Golden Rule, |
40 | And lends his papers___a pocket full, |
41 | Has a blank book___once in a minute |
42 | Has an idea, and writes it in it. |
43 | Guess him? Yes, of course I can, |
44 | He's a___well___a newspaper man. |
45 | |
46 | Blue-eyed fairy, wrapped in fur; |
47 | Sweet young mother tending her. |
48 | Fairy thinks it's "awful far," |
49 | Wants to get off this "naughty car." |
50 | So do we, young golden-hair; |
51 | All this crowd are with you there! |
52 | <% end -%> |
53 | |
54 | <%= simple_format @content_for_poem %> |
55 | |
56 | <p><a href="http://skyways.lib.ks.us/poetry/walls/caboose.html">-- Ellen P. Allerton.</a></p> |