JAMIE c -Raphael Giglio 1999

Jamie was a ten-year-old with eyes of blue and hair of gold,

He lived along the railroad tracks and played beneath the bridge.

Never cared for balls and bikes or fishing poles and Boyscout hikes,

just skippin' stones and listening for the train along the ridge.

You can feel the rumble way before you hear the whistle blow,

You can hear the whistle blow before you see the train.

You can count the boxcars as the steel wheels race along the rails

And when it's gone the diesel fumes are all that will remain.

Jamie had a wooden box he hid among the river rocks,

and in it he kept all his flattened treasures as his prize.

Pennies that were paper thin, nickels, dimes and safety pins,

and many parts and pieces you could barely recognize.

The first day the CSX came passed, it was twice as big and twice as fast,

It barely made a rumble and it hardly made a sound.

Even to this day I'm told they never found the ten-year-old

A shattered boxed of flattened metal things was all they found...

but they say somewhere out there Jamie's sayin...