A City-Dwelling Hobo Contemplates the Bridges of his Youth
Train Trestle, Train Trestle To the tune of an old Nick Cave song, Some would say you block the view of nature, of the sky, of the dirty, old dumpster behind Lakeview Resort. I love your economy and utility. The nature lover in me dismisses your role in bringing belching smoke to the heartland. Yet the romantic in me is enamored with travel. Like most Americans, I respect the promise of coast to coast travel that you exemplify. Dark metal and creosote wood bisecting nature. Green grass peeks from under the wood of your tracks. The foliage will take back the land, but you will still peek from beneath its lush carpet. Nature and commerce be damned. We all have a job to do.