Lit2Go

Of all the minor woes,
A mortal undergoes,
‘Tis waiting in shawl or cloak
Seven hours at Live Oak!

Waiting from nine to four,
Seven hours, sometimes more,
Amid box-cars and logs,
And music of the frogs.

Mosquitoes, bugs and fleas,
Vile dust or raging seas,
Inflict, by far, less pain,
Than waiting for a train.

Ye gods of Rome and Greece,
When shall this waiting cease—
This waiting in the cold and rain
For the Savannah train!

I’d much prefer to take
A ride o’er Great Salt Lake—
The mountains of the moon
Or to the grand Tycoon,

Than wait in rain or cold,
With minor woes untold,
Wrapp’d up in shawl or cloak,
Seven hours at Live Oak!