Limited from Chicago Poems (1916)
~by Carl Sandburg
I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air
go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men
and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall
pass to ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he
crack - adjective
INFORMAL. excelling in skill or performance; first-rate: a crack shot, crack troops
This is another of the photographs taken by my uncle, James H. Swearingen, in 1923 on the "family transcontinental trip by auto." Please come back for an upcoming post featuring a Fourth of July piece from Uncle Jim's memories recorded on tape in 1982.
He sure was something special and I'm grateful I had more than a few opportunities to spend time with him before he passed to ashes . . .