Shelburne Falls Trolley Museum
THE TROLLEY
Author Unknown
The Colrain City Railroad was a marvel near and far.
Everybody, young or old, rode the trolley car.
Jangling through the villages, off to catch a train.
Nowhere in the country will we travel so again.
Errands were commissioned,
infants tagged to ride.
When the windows frosted a stove was set inside.
In the sunny summertime open cars pertained.
Even in a thunderstorm nobody complained.
Folks with picnic baskets gaily climbed aboard.
Carfare was a nickel, which pleasure could afford;
Nothing for the young-ones, half for those half-grown;
Fastest ride and breeziest a child had ever known.
Various the commerce that shuttled up and down.
Yeast-cakes were delivered, freight-cars hauled to town,
Messages entrusted. Nobody can know
What was lost to Colrain when the trolley had to go.
(Editor's Note: This is a poem, the ride is not free and our condutors try not to yawn!)
14 Depot Street Shelburne Falls MA 01370        413-625-9443       trolley@sftm.org