God bless steam
running on the old river
that generation's gone
and the landing's just a sliver
of concrete on the highway
a tourist track
a thing to remember
the old smokestack
things don't span
generations anymore
ravenous change
wants more more more
Even the old river
is so greatly changed
is bottom dredged
its channels rearranged
and tomorrow well
Who can tell?
tale of a river's
too big for me to tell
what
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