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Who gave us the wheel, we do not know.
Lost in great antiquity, its value unsurpassed,
It is a lasting treasure from oh, so long ago,
Not something simply treasured from the past.
Its magic still is working, it still fulfills its role.
But it has gotten commonplace, and lost the sheen,
Of Godly intervention in the workings of the whole,
Until the stunning advent of the engineer’s machine.
We know who made the steam engine, and then,
We know who made it’s workings more efficient.
Apologies are offered to the clever gentlemen,
The names of whom were sacrificed improving our condition.
So many came to realize, it wasn’t just one dream,
That putting magic things together, multiplied their force.
The ease of getting rolling with the pushing of the steam,
Meant marriage had to be arranged, of wheel and iron horse.
So then the wheels were rolling and no one could make them stop,
And we couldn’t build them fast enough, or lay down all the track,
In time to keep the new machines and wagons of the crop,
From pushing hard to beat a time of lashings at our back.
A century and more they made news for every page.
In spite of all the energy and effort that it took,
This magic carpet made of steel, the darling of its age,
Couldn’t wait to get into the pages of the history book.
Shhhhhhhh!

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . April 30, 2004