Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

I Will Return a Steam Shovel

When I am old and gray I wish to die quite far away.
To be reincarnated as soon as I am able to come back.
And to be a steam shovel in my next life, and hey, 
I want to be powerful, with steam, not a hack.

As a steam shovel I will chomp into the grass.
Chewing it up in large gulps, leaving square holes.
People will come around and watch in mass.
Awed that I am so powerful and meet my goals.

They will call me steamy, and they will fear me too.
I will be gobbling up yards as quickly as anything they have seen.
The children will cheer when they see me in my metal blue.
I will be strong and quick, effective, but never mean.

Yes, when I am old and gray, I will not fear my death at all.
For I know I will be coming back in a glorious non-dream.
I will be lithe, and lean, smartly painted and rather tall.
Best of all, everyone will applaud when they see my steam.

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Kim Rodrigues February 23, 2020 at 6:57 PM Such a useful tool! Love how you think outside the box! <3<3 Caren Krutsinger February 24, 2020 at 12:06 PM Thank you Kim. It is pretty easy when you work with children.

Gershon Wolf February 23, 2020 at 12:12 AM I'm with you 1,000% there, Caren: I really think you ought to return that steam shovel! --Just reading the title a bit differently than how you intended. ~ gw Caren Krutsinger February 24, 2020 at 12:06 PM I am re-reading my own title now. Wondering.