Descriptive Essay On A Railroad Crossing
In a distant plain, I was traveling to nowhere. Walking along a path, I looked
around, absorbing the sights around me eight grazing cows and seven snoring
sleeping hyenas. Suddenly, I encountered a railroad crossing at a peculiar location.
To the right, daisies lined the railroad, and to the left, two perfectly square
mountains both a meter taller than me blocked the sighting of any approaching
westbound train. The railroad gauge was, to my surprise, a meter long. I stopped
at a fresh, yellow line naturally painted on the ground, a few centimeters before the
ties. The railroad crossing consisted of two oval crossing lights, at most twenty
centimeters in mean diameter. The lights were joined by a small stick, and the
stick was nailed onto a two meter rectangular iron pole. A saltire, constructed with
two somewhat irregular rectangles, was rather strong glued onto the pinnacle of
the pole. A broken motorized wooden barrier, seemingly cut down from a rotten
log, was duck taped with five red reflective pieces. Looking to the left, I recognized
a quaint fence board forced into the first square mountainside, with ten centimeters
of white sticking out. Calculating the barrier s location when it came down, I
realized the fence board was to let the barrier stop its impact hitting the ground. As
I strolled across the crossing, I tripped on the second rail tie, my glasses hitting the
sandy unpaved ground and bouncing back a few meters. I walked back and picked
up my glasses, but as I did so, the crossing acted. Instantly, the barrier swung down,
slamming onto the fence board with a deafening clonking sound. A hidden bell
began with a dink sound. The crossing lights flashed rapidly, like my heart, which
was also beating speedily, frightened from the sudden initiation of the crossing.
Without even sounding the horn, a green painted train sluggishly approached from
the left. Seeing this, I planned to jump over the train, but it was at least three meters
high, blocking the view of the other side. The train blew a delayed, ear piercing
horn, which woke up the hyenas that were now screeching. Covering my ears, I stood
and waited for the world to quiet down. After sighting two hundred and seventy three
red boxcars,