Information from Stories and Memories of the London-Huron & Bruce Railway 1870-1990 (1990).

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"Along the gravelly cinder paths of empty ways
Deserted and unkempt weedy roadbeds stand. 
Where long shining tracks of Steel once lay
'Tis now but a dirty stained ribbon of wasted land. 

Unseen and untold by millions, who rush frantically by
And ride not on hard steel, but soft cushions of air. 
They are too young to know where the old routes lie
And of today's generation, have no need to care. 

Adjacent to crowded freeways on which they go
Are the long forgotten roadways of yesteryear. 
On whose rails mighty locomotives sped to and fro
Drive by the brave who mixed knowledge with fear. 

Where proudly stood the old frame station
Bare ground remains, with stories to tell
Of local youth travelling across our vast nation
Seeking fame and fortune and fighting wars of hell. 

Long, long whistle blasts, with the clangings of bell
Echoing through dales and across hills far away, 
were the sounds tired plowmen learned to tell
when to head homeward near the end of day. 

The giant engines are gone; the aged plowmen are few
Both now released from their grimy hours of toil, 
Replaced by technology, deemed so wise and new
Which one day itself, will be buried deep in the soil"
                                                  - Calvin M. Patrick