well the last time i remember that train stopping at the depot was when me and my aunt veta came riding back from waco well i remember i was wearing my long pants and we was sharing conversation with a man who sold ballpoint pens and paper and the train stopped once in clifton where my aunt bought me some ice cream and my mom was there to meet us when the train pulled into kopperl but now kids at night break window lights and the sound of trains only remains in the memory of the ones like me who have turned their backs on the splintered cracks in the walls that stand on the railroad land where we used to play and then run away from the depot man i remember me and brother used to run down to the depot just to listen to the whistle blow when the train pulled into kopperl and the engine s big and shiny black as coal that fed the fire the engineer would smile and say howdy how ya fellows and the people by the windows playing cards and reading papers seemed as far away to us as next summer s school vacation but now kids at night break window lights and the sound of trains only remains in the memory of the ones like me who have turned their backs on the splintered cracks in the walls that stand on the railroad land where we used to play and then run away from the depot man from the depot man