Just an old shack depot on the hill.
My great grandfather made it a home.
I remember the card board walls.
Tracks were gone when I was there.
Gone was he when I turned two.
He worked for the rail road.
I guess that is how he got it.
I found where the tracks had been.
There was a storm cellar out back.
I remember the wood cook stove.
Fond memories of granny's cooking.
Granny's switches were not so fond.
Grandma taking care of her later.
Grandma's house just down the hill.
I could see granny's house from there.
Just an old shack depot on the hill.