(contributed to the museum circa 1993\/1994)<\/p>\n
West of London a tiny station sits<\/span> Locomotives pull assorted trains Yet the rail still humm However, there is a difference now, But the little station holds it’s place, Then in the time a museum went up, On summer nights the trains pass by, In winter’s grip the cold hangs still, so seasons come and seasons go, Now for all the sons and the daughters, <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Komoka Station by Alix Vance (contributed to the museum circa 1993\/1994) West of London a tiny station sits its semaphore rigid beside the line but all the traffic passes unaware of a different area, a bygone time. Locomotives pull assorted trains through this sleepy little place, diesels groan, where steam once ruled in an unromantic … Continue reading Komoka Station Poem<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":283,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-145","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/145","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=145"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/145\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":149,"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/145\/revisions\/149"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/283"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.komokarailmuseum.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=145"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n its semaphore rigid beside the line<\/span>
\n but all the traffic passes unaware<\/span>
\n of a different area, a bygone time<\/span>.<\/p>\n
\nthrough this sleepy little place,
\ndiesels groan, where steam once ruled
\nin an unromantic change of pace.<\/p>\n
\nwith the commerce of the day,
\nsome say more, others say less
\non this historic right of way.<\/p>\n
\nthe trains don’t stop here anymore,
\neither they rush, or trundle by,
\nwith a whistle, rumble, groan or roar.<\/p>\n
\na tribute to the storied past,
\nand grace the gentle countryside,
\na heritage destined to last.<\/p>\n
\nbuilt by folks with memories to share,
\nthey made there tribute of wood and steel,
\nfor artifact, both, unique and rare.<\/p>\n
\ntheir sounds swallowed by the dark,
\nhere no roundtable, watertank or wye,
\njust ribbons of steel beside this park.<\/p>\n
\ncreating frost painted windowpanes,
\non station, shed and baggage car.
\nAs each day ends the past remains,<\/p>\n
\nbut the true test of time
\nis the tiny station in Komoka
\nbetween the CN and CP mainline.<\/p>\n
\nwho never saw the age of steam,
\nwhat matters is the spirit lives
\nand things still are not might have been.<\/p>\n