At Perkinsville We Turn Around and Other Railroad Trips

A huge pile of slag as we leave riding the Verde Canyon rail, hand laid by men, would you believe they got drunk and wound up in jail. Little would they know we would ride in plush surroundings, eating well; sloshed down with Tequila, we bide along with Merlot; life is swell. As we ride a voice tells of yore how early peoples settled here to view the fold and faults that soars above the river running clear. Thus reads this poem of which the title implies; a railroad trip. Of course there are many other stories contained within these 342 poems. Stories of love, writing poetry, old England, pets, birds and animals, Greek and Roman gods and goddesses, favorite haunts of the poet, veterans, the moon and many additional themes.