Warm Bricks
Stop and put your hands
on the warm bricks
of an old factory
where the sounds
of industry growing
can often be felt.
Massive belts turning,
sparks flying, steam spewing
and the tales of workers
struggling to prosper
in this magnificent experiment
called America
Copyright © Peter W Iversen | Year Posted 2019
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