Yes, we have passed another huge work machine of some kind. This one is stranger than the one in my first Thunderdome post. I have no idea, it looks like something from a science-fiction movie. And it was HUGE!
A crank, a cog, a
twist of string,
A bell that chimes, a
gear that sings.
It whirs and clunks,
then leaps with grace—
A jumbled joy in
motion's chase.
Built from scraps and
dreams and lore,
It opens wide
imagination’s door.
4 comments:
It does look straight out of a science fiction movie, Ginny. Very cool 😎 find. I love ❤️ the poem.
That is a most unusual machine! I do wonder what it does...
Great poem!
Your words bring the machine to life like a mechanical beast born from myth and marvel.
Wow! If you ever figure out what it does, please let us know.
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