Classic Poem

Along came the F.F.V.
She was the swiftest on the line.
Pulling away the cinder road,

Where she's quartered on her side.
Pulling into Sewall, twenty minutes behind,
There she received her order;
Now just watch her fly.

Up the road that engine sped,
Into the rocks she crashed.
Upside down that engine turned;
His tender breast did mash.
His head lay on the firebox door
While the burning flames rolled o'er.

The doctor came to George's side,
“My darling boy, lie still,
Maybe I can save your life,
If it be God's will.”
“Oh, doctor, set me free!” he cried
“To run my engine One-forty-three—”