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WILL THE LIGHTS BE WHITE?

by Webmaster on March 23rd, 2015

Oft, when I feel my engine swerve,
As o’er strange rails we fare,
I strain my eyes around the curve
For what awaits us there.
When swift and free she carries me
Through yards unknown at night,
I look along the line to see
That all the lamps are white

The blue light marks the crippled car,
The green light signals slow;
The red light is a danger light,
The white light, “Let her go.”
Again the open fields we roam,
And, when the night is fair,
I look up in the starry dome
And wonder what’s up there.

For who can speak for those who dwell
Behind the curving sky?
No man has ever lived to tell
Just what it means to die.
Swift toward life’s terminal I trend,
The run seems short to-night;
God only knows what’s at the end —
I hope the lamps are white.

Cy Warman. “Will the lights be white?” 1897

 

Deeply saddened by the news of Don’s passing. Our heart felt condolences to the Howd family.

 

One Comment
  1. That’s just beautiful and, of course, I’m balling my eyes out. This would have touched Don deeply as well. Thank you for posting, and for the heartfelt condolences.

    Cathy

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