               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

