Generations of Memories At the poetry reading, a woman half my age Waxes nostalgic about railroads: Fond memories of streamlined diesels. The steam-belching monsters of my childhood Are only the stuff of legend, As unreal as fire-breathing dragons. This leads me to wonder: When her children and grandchildren are doing poetry of their own, What version of this poem will she write? -- Tom Digby Original 09:04 10/07/2002 Edited 14:51 10/07/2002 Edited 14:19 10/10/2002