"Just Like Any Other Day"
by Michael Marchand

He got into his truck,
Just like any other day.
He turned on the radio,
And was off on his way.

Traveling down the road,
That he knew so well.
What was to come,
Nobody could tell.

He came to an intersection,
And turned down a side street.
Just like any other day,
To where the tracks and road meet.

There were no flashing lights,
Nor a warning arm.
To tell him to stop,
And keep him from harm.

So he kept on his way,
And began to cross the track.
But that was when,
He and the train made contact.

Thousands of people lined up,
All the way down the road.
To pay their final respects,
To a man everybody knowed.



This poem was written in loving memory of my grandfather,
Paul LeBlanc(May 12, 1928 - August 18, 1998), who died in a car
accident. Help support the M. Paul LeBlanc Sr. Foundation.



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