A West Virginia Ghost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Poems
Just a little poem for history.

Submitted: August 05, 2019

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All aboard!

A Conductor called out in West Virginia

At Thurmond Station

Between the river and the dream.

All aboard!

Was heard once again

As the passengers boarded coaches

And locomotives belched out steam.

 

Those were the days when Coal was King

And Thurmond was a seed in that core

But time marches on, and the mines they are gone,

So a train seldom stops at Thurmond anymore.

Victorian houses were built for the wealthy

Miner's shacks were reserved for the poor.

There were hotels, a bank, and some churches.

And for their needs, there was even a general store.

 

Yes, they had it all in the hills of West Virginia

But values changed and Coal has seen its day.

Train-tracks are still there, and cleaner is the air,

For the trains of yesterday don't come this way.

Now, Thurmond station has become a museum

For the tourists, that have no need to stay.

They come and look, then talk about this place;

The town called Thurmond, a ghost of yesterday.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEFalcon

08-04-2019


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