Santa Fe Railroad Lemy Station

Abstract

Twilight, a deserted station, the Santa Fe Railroad, we stood at Lemy Station. There was a thicket of bushes and an old Cheyenne, sitting. (Or he wasn't there at all. My memory has a thicket of bushes, an old Cheyenne, sitting.) When, I heard, it, a clear day in autumn, twilight, a de serted station, the Santa Fe Railroad, we stood at Lemy Station. The Rio Grande, a deep crevice, long ago, the Indian children played, chasing squirrels and weasels. On snowy days, the Rio Grande, makes the crevice deeper. A clear autumn day, there's a clock in the station, (I don't know) the