That's awesome! I think what Spence was trying to say was:
"I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop - docile and omnipotent At its own stable door."
Spencer and E. Dickinson seem to feel the same about trains.
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That's awesome!
I think what Spence was trying to say was:
"I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step
Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare
To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill
And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop - docile and omnipotent At its own stable door."
Spencer and E. Dickinson seem to feel the same about trains.
We sure love you guys.
Rob
That is quite the scream! Cute though, but I guess I had the option to turn the volume down a little. ;)
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