The Baxter Street Station

‘Twas once a bustling hub of commerce, where
commuters gathered, waiting for their train--
a proud display of splendor here in Wayne.
Greek pillars stood on guard in pregnant air,
and trains spewed plumes of smoke without a care
for people hustling to and fro to gain
a grip in that contentious, toiling vein.
Commercial folks embraced the grand affair.

The Interstate diverted trade away
to Omaha, propelling Wayne’s decline.
Today, an empty bench observes its grace
in silent reverence of golden days,
and sunbeams paint the walls in shades divine.
The hand of God still tends this ancient place.