Ground Breaking Ceremony
The sun shone hot and searing bright where cool shade used to be.
And the old man squinted, grunting at the sun.
"It ain't right, these trees should lose their ground,
Ain't nothing but good they've done."
But, he pulled back the stick and Big Caaterpillar went
crawling down the hill.
And the old man drove it, with furious eyes,
and the skill of thirty years.
It was simple: push down the tress or lose every bit he had.
"I got a wife and 7 kids...Lord, I ain't that bad.
I hate to see these tall tress go, I hate to do it, sure,
But, Lord you gave me bills to pay, and this is all I know.
This great bit 'illar's all I've ever learnt, you see...
and every day it grinds the ground,
it grounds out part of me."
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