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Descriptive Essay On A Railroad Crossing

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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,

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