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October 2, 2000
A poem by Beth Conte (2005)
I thought it the best of luck
To ride down to Rough and Tumble
In my Daddy's old pick-up truck.
We'd get our start so early in the morning
That I needed to stifle a yawn.
If we wanted to get there in time for breakfast
We had to get up before dawn.
And breakfast there was quite an affair.
The Steam Team could really boast
About their sausage and eggs and home fries;
They even made pretty good toast.
My favorite part was riding the trains,
Both the Shay and the Little Toot.
After a few times round the track
I was covered in a layer of soot.
Daddy was a really good engineer,
But the time I felt most alive
Was when he stepped off to the side
And asked if I wanted to drive!
So I learned how to work the throttle,
And not to go too fast,
To keep the fire hot enough
And keep an eye on the water glass.
At noon the whistles all would blow,
And drive me all to tears.
But then I learned to just be brave,
To smile and cover my ears.
In the afternoon I'd eat Kettle Corn
And hang out in the shade.
Then I'd stroll past all the traction engines
To find a ride through the Power Parade.
Then I'd walk around some more
And whenever I was able,
I'd go and visit the threshing mules
And feed them hay in their stable.
On one certain rainy day,
I played in the mud all afternoon long.
Just splashing around in little kid style
While hearing the Calliope's song.
My time here was always fun,
But my membership isn't done.
You can make some memories too;
This is all you have to do:
All you steam fans, this isn't a joke.
Come to Kinzer, PA and watch our smoke!
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