It was once a bustling railroad
that was owned by CP Rail The whistles blew
As trains rattled through
Hauling livestock, grain and mail.
Then grass grew over abandoned
tracks and became a walking path Trains no longer pay They’ve had their day
Said the men who did the math.
I walk that path most every day be it stormy,
cold or fair Not just for the miles I get lots of smiles
And have formed new friendships there.
Four pretty heart-shaped trinkets
dangle from a bough above To carve initials up there Shows how much they must care That they’re joyfully, madly in love.
I’d like to say Best Wishes to whoever they may be I stifled sighs
As I wiped my eyes
Good Luck to you. From me.
