Article
Train
Article
Train
Racing beneath a sombre skyEver the rutted land shoots byBlack and brown where the dead leaves lieYellow and red were the grasses dieWhite birch trees, a fleeting cryOf rosy light in the western skyAnd crash of wheels as the train goes by.
—From Dartmouth Verse, 1930,copyrighted by the Arts.
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