THE HOUSE BY THE TRACK

 

There are railroads that carry their crowds to the sea,

All over this vast domain,

With double-tracked system and ballast roadbed,

And solid vestibule train.

There are railroads that boast of their scenic routes,

O’re prairie and mountain high,

But let me live in a house by the side of the track

Where the Wopsy train goes by.

 

Let me live in the house by the side of the track

Where the Wopsy train goes by,

Bearing my friends, some rich, some poor,

Aye, most of them poor as I.

Most of them plain folks, who cannot afford

A trip to the rolling sea;

So the next best thing is the mountain top

Where the air is pure and free.

 

Here is the father, who toils in the shop,

With weary and aching feet;

And the sad-eyed mother, whose face is seared

By the kitchen range’s heat.

And William, and Nellie, and little Flo,

And the baby, too, I spy.

All wave and nod with a pleasant smile,

As the Wopsy train goes by.

 

There is surcease from care ahead of them

(If the cars keep on the track).

They’ll view the vale from the heights above

(And maybe they’ll walk back).

But with laughter and song they roll along,

All bound for the mountain high,

And a noise is made like a real railroad

When the Wopsy train goes by.

 

I see from my house by the side of the track,

When the Wopsy train goes by,

A fellow that’s holding a young girl’s hand,

Most certainly, I know why.

There’s some terrible curves on the the Wopsy road,

That the engine takes on “high.”

It’s an awful peril, ‘spose you lose your girl,

When the Wopsy train goes by?

 

So, friends, I would live by the side of the track

That leads up the mountain side.

There are other railroads that are longer, I know,

But ours is just as wide.

It’s the railroad that carries the people like me.

They are workers, and so am I

From the city’s heat to where it’s cool and sweet,

When the Wopsy train goes by.

 

-Robert Fleming Lantz  

 

The following quote is from Blair County's First Hundred Years, 1846-1846, edited by George A. Wolf, 
published by The Mirror Press, Altoona, Pennsylvania, 1945:

Mr. Fleming "Has been a resident of Juniata since 1899. 
Works as a Machinist for the P.R.R.  He is well known for his poetry readings.  
His work has appeared in the "New York Times."

 

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