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Some held a little square dance, they didn't mind the snow, It meant such easing of this Prairie Life;

And some a bit more recklessly, well, shall we say, let go, Turned 'round and promptly kissed their neighbor's wife.

The train inched slowly forward, thru' the shouting and the cheers, Resplendent all-arrayed in Sunday best;

The dawning of an Era-yes a lot were moved to tears, At last the steel had reached their "Golden West."

Beside a heap of cord-wood, it was quite a tidy pile, Before hand it was stacked beside the track;

All hands pitched in with gusto, in just a little while The train was fuelled to make the journey back.

It puffed out to the West of town, with burst of smoke and steam, To where they had a "Y" to turn around;

While many followed after, it was like a pleasant dream, That "Right-of-Way" seemed almost sacred ground.

Again that surging, cheering mob-this happy day complete, -The train heads Eastward in the failing light;

They know tonight they'll breathe their thanks before they fall to sleep,

As they watch it till it slowly fades from sight.

They'll soon be starting homeward now, the day is all but gone, Acclaimed by all-the best they ever saw,

And many are the shanties, where the lights will burn till dawn, As they hoe-it-down to "Turkey in the Straw."

It's hard for us in modern times, to fully realize, The lacks the Settler came to know imd feel;

If we could just be privileged to see it thru' his eyes, Before they knew the coming of the steel.

No storage bins; no modern shops; no doctors, hospital; It seemed an uphill battle against fate;

So many sick and ailing folks, they mustn't move at all, Then some that could-'twas just a little late.

Small wonder too, in '85, the wav those settlers feel, The long hauls they had made to move their grain; They long had loudly heralded the coming of the steel, And now they greet the coming of the train.

We've seen many celebrations as we travel down life's way, To mark and show the progress that we seek;

But we've never seen an equal to that happy Xmas Day When the first train made its way to "Cherry Creek."

A. E. Henderson-1956

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