I see a page on Buzz Potter on Garrison Keillor's Writer's Almanac

http://writersalmanac.org/poem_author/buzz-potter/

-but there's nothing on the page. Searching the Almanac comes up with this: http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2001/08/21

Poem: "Softly By Tracks," by Buzz Potter from Around the Jungle Fire (The Hobo Press).

Softly By Tracks
(Buzz Potter)

I stood by the main in the soft August rain
And watched as her headlight appeared
She crested the hill with a low moaning quill
Then proceeded through signals just cleared

She rolled down the main, with a rumbling refrain,
A song all the ramblers have known,
The creaks and the groans and the low whistle moans,
Remind us of yesterday's homes.

Oh, how many times have I heard those old chimes
When my church was the high iron trail
When the visions of youth responded to truth
Expressed in a steam engine’s wail

And the clunk of the gear brought a soft welling tear
As I stood there alone in the night
And I felt once again that deep yearning yen
That all us old ramblers must fight

Then she whistled a name that sounded the same
As a lover I knew long ago
I'd met her out there in the clean prairie air
In the rising sun's soft warming glow

I'd seen her at night in a campfire's light
I'd heard her soft call on the plains
I'd tasted her love in the rain from above
And slept with her often on trains

And the romance we knew I often review
And I savor the fond memory
Of the sweet cunning way that she led me astray
As soft as a south wind at sea

I remember her now but I can't recall how
I lost her and she slipped away
She sometimes comes back when I stand by the track
Then she sings and I must look away

And the rivers and streams still carry my dreams
Out where the long freighters roll
And the memories gleam as the lone whistle scream
Still calls to my wandering soul

As the years roll on by, I still wonder why
I miss her and long for her so
And her name in the end was freedom, my friend
A lover that most never know

The train passes by and there's mist in my eye
And it's not from the soft falling rain
And I know I'll be back to this place by the track
To watch freedom go by on the train

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Here's a page about the CD, Poems of the Hobo Road: http://www.cloutier.org/music/pottercd.html It has one poem titled "Softly by Tracks" (with a recording of the poem posted here) and another called "Lord Open Road."

Here's a page that has the full poem. It says the label on the CD is mixed up, and that this is the poem titled "Softly by Tracks."

The album, Poems of the Hobo Road, is available on Spotify.