High Iron
No I wasn't dreamin' any . . . just     was layin' there at ease, While the birds was singing gaily an'     perfume was on the breeze. I was far removed from duty where I     watch the extras by, But I saw the yards at Zenith. There's     a railroad in the sky!
From the shimmering horizon run     the high and mighty mains, With the semaphores a-blazin' on their     aggregate of trains; There's a terminal at Luna and a     tower at Saturn's wye, So you see I wasn't dreamin' . . .     there's a railroad in the sky!
There is little use to argue that I     might have been asleep, Or let wild imagination run sensa-     tionally deep. No, I'm placid and I'm peaceful and     I'm not agonna lie, 'Cause I saw it, like I told you . . .     there's a railroad in the sky!
- Charles D. Dulin Railroad Magazine, Sept. 1950

The Day Is Done
The day is done And the marker lamps     Have been tucked away in the           hack. And the low golden sun     Throws its last long rays Far down the shimmering track.
The points are lined And we're all but in,     The chores for the day are done. And the ICL     Can go plumb to hell At the end of a way-freight run.
- H. L. Kelso Railroad Magazine, May 1950