A few years ago a cousin purchased some wooded farmland. While he was checking the fences before turning in his cattle he discovered an old railroad grade that seeming went nowhere.
While I was visiting, he took me for a look-see and then told the story of a 1920s a businessman had proposed a new railroad. After signing up a number of investors he began a section of the grade. However, before any ties and rails were laid he took the investors money and vanished.
After returning home I pondered my cousin’s “Ghost Train” and began a poem which would tell the story. The poem has yet to become functional, but I am prepared to share a photo of my train as seen on a dark and foggy night.