There is a railroad by my house. Trains ride on the railroad. Sometimes, deer go on the railroad and the train has to honk its horn to get them off. This made my crazy neighbor mad once. He raises goats. I call him “Old Man Jenkins.”
Railroads remind me of Thomas the Train. When I was little, my mom would let me watch the Thomas the Train videos that used to be my older brothers. My older brother used to adore trains, trucks, those type of things. He was a fanatic actually. We still have his truck toys. I used to play with them and run them over barbie dolls I didn’t like because they were ruined.
the railroad in the US was built by the Chinese. That’s what my Lucky Luke comic books told me. I love Lucky Luke. It’s the way he rolls his smokes as he rides into the sunset.
My grandfather loved trains. When we’d travel, we’d often stop off at old railways, especially old covered bridges, covered in mosses and ivy. He’d get out and take pictures. My bedroom had a strange collection of rail ties, like giant nails.
The parallel rays of the sun were indistinguishable from this height–he could usually see each delicate, golden strand but tonight… Tonight was different. Tonight he decided to free himself from the smoggy streets of his beloved city and fly higher than he had ever gone before. It was beautiful up here, peaceful.
The railroad was my life, I worked for 50 years as an engineer on the Reading railroad in northeastern Pennsylvania. My retirement was 20 years ago and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t miss standing in my engine, hearing the roar of the boiler.
I’ve been working on the railroad. All the live long day. I’ve been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. Can’t you here the whistle blowing
Railroads have been around for along time. Railroads are one way of transportation
and there was also a tall tail about how one man could build better than a machine and the man and the machine had to set railroad tracks….i think.
i’ve been working on the railroad. all the live long day. ive been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. i dont know the rest ofthe words to the songs=) so yeah. is still like the song and i ting about the little ngine that could “i tink i can i think i can” :) well today is going to be agood day i hope. if its not, then oh well….. this is gonna suck ok then bye=)
I have been working on the railroad. All the darn day long . The railroad is very long. It goes from Georgia to California. The railroad goes through beautiful towns. I love my railroad.
railroads are cool but they take forever to build and you have to lift heavy stuff.
Only slaves would work on making them. Tat is what i know about railroads.
Not the safest thing, but I used to walk on the railroad when I was a kid and collect pig iron for my slingshot. That whole doppler affect thing about not hearing a train coming if you’re in front of it? It’s true! I almost got squished by a freight train moving at a brisk clip. The tracks draw you in though, they bed to be walked along…
Tears streamed down his face wetting the top of his shirt. He threw the stick that he had been using to gouge at the dirt into the woods. Still angry over his rejection, the first of many to come, he kicked the railroad tracks with all of his 10 year old might. The tears continued to flow, but now they were for a different reason.
I love the sight of railroad tracks stretching into the beyond. They invite adventure, they are movement made stationary, they are perspective, they are the horizon, they are parallel lines, they make me want to walk and walk. And then a train comes and they are noise and furor and fear. And then the train is gone.
Used to bring the food, the cattle, the vittles, the people. Now they are like graveyard of the industrial revolution. their structure repetitive and grimy. The chinese who slaved for them, long dead and suffered for the future of nothing.
I stop at the front of the tracks; I’m unlovable.
I feel the rush from the sound of movement; I’m unlovable.
I hear the whistle as the train turns the corner; I will die.
I can see the train as it comes right to me; Suddenly, I’m in Heaven.
I took the train to school twice a week. It went from Princeton to Philadelphia and then it went on to points south — Wilmington, Baltimore, Washington, Richmond, Raieigh, all the way to Miami. I often thought of staying on the train — all the way to the end.
When you ride one and watch the power lines, it seems like the lines aspire to the heavens, rising, rising, and then are cruelly snatched downwards by a pole that has no aspirations. I am fascinated by this reversal.
Ah the days of the old railroad. Today it seems more of an ailroad, although your spellcheck may beg to differ. The romance of the train; towns flying by, industrial sites rusting for your amusement.
THe tracks go endlessly in either direction. The steam from the train can be seen in the distance. Im standing, waiting. I can feel the ground shaking beneath my feet. The trees began to tremble as the train drew nearer.
I wish this was an actual word but it looks like gibberish on the top of my screen. Sigh this was such a lovely idea but I need an actual word. Oh well.
The railroad was slick, wet and glossy with the recent rainfall, and she looked over the old tracks with the same worn face she had for the last two years. And she thought, not for the first time, that maybe on day she would be brave enough to use the tracks for something other than fulfilling his demands. Maybe one day she would use them to escape.
the train had passed through the mountain of Waterfront an hour ago, and was getting near the point of no return. The railroad was built only one year ago and you could still see the bodys of dead railroadworkers lying around.
When i was a child we used to have to cross a railroad to get to our cabin. It was always a thrill. We always would place pennies there and wait for the train to go by to squat them and we’d come back for them. I used to love to see the look on my families faces when we’d pick them up. So happy,
it was a long trip. railroad lead from nowhere to nowhere basically. and no one on the train seem to mind. but i did. why i suddenly woke up on this train, when I fell asleep on my daily train from work to home? what’s happening here?
when i see the word railroad i think about suicide. Think about all the naked chicks lying their heads on the railroadtracks. and inception. When they are waking up from the “50″ year old dream. Amazing. Awesome
There is a railroad by my house. Trains ride on the railroad. Sometimes, deer go on the railroad and the train has to honk its horn to get them off. This made my crazy neighbor mad once. He raises goats. I call him “Old Man Jenkins.”
By Seymoure A. on 11.24.2010
Railroads remind me of Thomas the Train. When I was little, my mom would let me watch the Thomas the Train videos that used to be my older brothers. My older brother used to adore trains, trucks, those type of things. He was a fanatic actually. We still have his truck toys. I used to play with them and run them over barbie dolls I didn’t like because they were ruined.
By Bridget on 11.24.2010
the railroad in the US was built by the Chinese. That’s what my Lucky Luke comic books told me. I love Lucky Luke. It’s the way he rolls his smokes as he rides into the sunset.
Damn. I am too old.
By 50ft queenie URL on 11.24.2010
The word railroad annoys me deeply. It is just annoying. Ergh. IT IRRITATES ME
By Bridget on 11.24.2010
My grandfather loved trains. When we’d travel, we’d often stop off at old railways, especially old covered bridges, covered in mosses and ivy. He’d get out and take pictures. My bedroom had a strange collection of rail ties, like giant nails.
By Elizabeth Moon URL on 11.24.2010
The parallel rays of the sun were indistinguishable from this height–he could usually see each delicate, golden strand but tonight… Tonight was different. Tonight he decided to free himself from the smoggy streets of his beloved city and fly higher than he had ever gone before. It was beautiful up here, peaceful.
By miatetangco URL on 11.24.2010
The railroad was my life, I worked for 50 years as an engineer on the Reading railroad in northeastern Pennsylvania. My retirement was 20 years ago and there isn’t a day goes by that I don’t miss standing in my engine, hearing the roar of the boiler.
By Kevin Dixon on 11.24.2010
the railroad was made a long time ago when i got on the rail road, the train came and i had to move really fast so i didnt die a painful death. i was
By jpratt URL on 11.24.2010
Railroads were made in the late 1800s for transport of troops of the Union. They were also a luxuray.
By cobra URL on 11.24.2010
I have been working on the railroad. All the darn day long . The railroad is very long. It goes from Georgia to California.
By tylerjames URL on 11.24.2010
I’ve been working on the railroad. All the live long day. I’ve been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. Can’t you here the whistle blowing
By summer firm URL on 11.24.2010
Railroads have been around for along time. Railroads are one way of transportation
and there was also a tall tail about how one man could build better than a machine and the man and the machine had to set railroad tracks….i think.
By ZO3Y URL on 11.24.2010
i’ve been working on the railroad. all the live long day. ive been working on the railroad just to pass the time away. i dont know the rest ofthe words to the songs=) so yeah. is still like the song and i ting about the little ngine that could “i tink i can i think i can” :) well today is going to be agood day i hope. if its not, then oh well….. this is gonna suck ok then bye=)
By meha URL on 11.24.2010
A railroad is a track that holds a cargo train or sometimes a passenger train.. needles to say a rail road, is a road with rails
By ***~(;ninja*_*wheels;)~*** URL on 11.24.2010
I have been working on the railroad. All the darn day long . The railroad is very long. It goes from Georgia to California. The railroad goes through beautiful towns. I love my railroad.
By tylerjames URL on 11.24.2010
Railroad is like tracks where trains are on and there’s like different ways where railroad tracks head to.
By steph URL on 11.24.2010
i like the railroad it was built a long time ago. one time i was walking along the tracks and i saw the train coming. so i jumped out of the way
By jpratt URL on 11.24.2010
I think its where trains go. Like a way to get places but not on a road on a ; railroadd! yeah, yeah, yeah!
By ninjabacon URL on 11.24.2010
train drives on it. CHUGGA CHOO BAM..oops it crashed:P
By Thomas the Train:D URL on 11.24.2010
railroads are cool but they take forever to build and you have to lift heavy stuff.
Only slaves would work on making them. Tat is what i know about railroads.
By just URL on 11.24.2010
Not the safest thing, but I used to walk on the railroad when I was a kid and collect pig iron for my slingshot. That whole doppler affect thing about not hearing a train coming if you’re in front of it? It’s true! I almost got squished by a freight train moving at a brisk clip. The tracks draw you in though, they bed to be walked along…
By Kevin URL on 11.24.2010
Tears streamed down his face wetting the top of his shirt. He threw the stick that he had been using to gouge at the dirt into the woods. Still angry over his rejection, the first of many to come, he kicked the railroad tracks with all of his 10 year old might. The tears continued to flow, but now they were for a different reason.
By Heather URL on 11.24.2010
tracks ties train conductor
By Mrs. Gall URL on 11.24.2010
I love the sight of railroad tracks stretching into the beyond. They invite adventure, they are movement made stationary, they are perspective, they are the horizon, they are parallel lines, they make me want to walk and walk. And then a train comes and they are noise and furor and fear. And then the train is gone.
By Sophia Dembling URL on 11.24.2010
Used to bring the food, the cattle, the vittles, the people. Now they are like graveyard of the industrial revolution. their structure repetitive and grimy. The chinese who slaved for them, long dead and suffered for the future of nothing.
By aimee.takaya URL on 11.24.2010
I stop at the front of the tracks; I’m unlovable.
I feel the rush from the sound of movement; I’m unlovable.
I hear the whistle as the train turns the corner; I will die.
I can see the train as it comes right to me; Suddenly, I’m in Heaven.
By nk URL on 11.24.2010
I took the train to school twice a week. It went from Princeton to Philadelphia and then it went on to points south — Wilmington, Baltimore, Washington, Richmond, Raieigh, all the way to Miami. I often thought of staying on the train — all the way to the end.
By Terese on 11.24.2010
the train was on the railroad. trains go on railroads. the railroad is long. the railroad is a transit railroad. railroads are long.
By Richy URL on 11.24.2010
When you ride one and watch the power lines, it seems like the lines aspire to the heavens, rising, rising, and then are cruelly snatched downwards by a pole that has no aspirations. I am fascinated by this reversal.
By Helen Husher URL on 11.24.2010
Ah the days of the old railroad. Today it seems more of an ailroad, although your spellcheck may beg to differ. The romance of the train; towns flying by, industrial sites rusting for your amusement.
By Mlle. Badger on 11.24.2010
THe tracks go endlessly in either direction. The steam from the train can be seen in the distance. Im standing, waiting. I can feel the ground shaking beneath my feet. The trees began to tremble as the train drew nearer.
By Alex on 11.24.2010
I wish this was an actual word but it looks like gibberish on the top of my screen. Sigh this was such a lovely idea but I need an actual word. Oh well.
By christina lane URL on 11.24.2010
The railroad was slick, wet and glossy with the recent rainfall, and she looked over the old tracks with the same worn face she had for the last two years. And she thought, not for the first time, that maybe on day she would be brave enough to use the tracks for something other than fulfilling his demands. Maybe one day she would use them to escape.
By Malia on 11.24.2010
the train had passed through the mountain of Waterfront an hour ago, and was getting near the point of no return. The railroad was built only one year ago and you could still see the bodys of dead railroadworkers lying around.
By Stig S URL on 11.24.2010
The smoke rose from the train and left a trail drifting behind it. The rhythm of the wheels drumming against the tracks rumbled beneath her.
By christina lane URL on 11.24.2010
When i was a child we used to have to cross a railroad to get to our cabin. It was always a thrill. We always would place pennies there and wait for the train to go by to squat them and we’d come back for them. I used to love to see the look on my families faces when we’d pick them up. So happy,
By kelsey on 11.24.2010
it was a long trip. railroad lead from nowhere to nowhere basically. and no one on the train seem to mind. but i did. why i suddenly woke up on this train, when I fell asleep on my daily train from work to home? what’s happening here?
By Dee URL on 11.24.2010
The most beautiful word in the world is Love. It is all we need, all the world needs, and it heals and brings happiness where ever it touches.
By laila on 11.24.2010
when i see the word railroad i think about suicide. Think about all the naked chicks lying their heads on the railroadtracks. and inception. When they are waking up from the “50″ year old dream. Amazing. Awesome
By Børre kallesen on 11.24.2010
Railroad to heaven… But heaven is here, like hell as well…. Railroad to real life, but real life is not here….Here is hell, like heaven as well….
By Christos URL on 11.24.2010