One small hunk of rusting steel,
Hugging the rail, as if it knows.
No glory for the solitary spike,
But without it there is no team.
And all who pass this way
Owe their lives to one small spike.
A New Year
6 years ago
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My Grandfather used to have a lot of these in his garage. I remember
him using them for odds and ends around his farm." Just One Spike" connected us all to each other.
Thank You for riminding me of the memorys from when I was little.
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