My Favorite MoPac Depots on Little Rock District
The Old Depot Poem
Click Small Image For Larger View THE OLD DEPOT
The old depot stands all alone,
Down by the railroad tracks.
There's not a bit of life around,
Not even some old mail sacks.It once made life for this little town,
When people rode the trains,
The telegraph instruments now are gone,
and its loss to me brings pains.The march of time has bowed it out,
and leaves me in distress,
Because all the trains go whizzing by
The old depot that's now a mess.The wreckers will be coming soon,
to tear down this old landmark.
No vestige of it will then be seen,
Only a spot that's smooth and dark.By E. H. Tostenson
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