OVER THE GULLY
Just don't tell anyone or they won't
come along. All those sheep, in the
pasture, even they don't know.
They put a railway in the space
between Harmon and McCaffrey.
Now the night air is sounded by
the rattle of rail and whistle.
Once, there were two nice log cabins
in the acres between the swamp and
Annon. The family Quistor lived there,
probably three generations, maybe four,
about 40 people all told. All gone. I
don't know where they went.