This was about the Big 4 station in Anderson, but it could easily apply nearly everywhere. The Old Depot Sometimes when the day is ending And I happen to pass by, The old depot there on Main Street Will just sort of catch my eye. The memories that cross my mind - - I can close my eyes and see The luggage wagons all lined up And folks waitin’ patiently. There was a certain kind of feelin’ That you just can’t quite explain When you heard the whistle blowin’ Just before you saw the train. Then with big white light a-shinin’, Searchin' all along the track, You could see the locomotive Lookin’ mighty big and black. There would be the mixed emotions As the train was drawing near; Some were waiting for their loved ones - Others leaving someone dear. You would see the fond embraces, And then each would go their way; As the old train left the station To return some other day. The old depot is still standing, But it seems that there should be A light burning in the window - - Some folks lookin’ out to see The flickering of a headlight Still brightening up the track And a steaming locomotive Lookin’ mighty big and black. Jerry Barrett Copyright 1980 - Jerry Barrett Used with permission.
