Walking through our presents past
With relics lost to forgotten time,
A distant world where beauty dies,
Complexity and rhythm ‘round my mind.
Wheels compete to and fro,
Diagonal lines — four-way split.
Visions of confusion swirl about,
A grasp of reality, a simple twist.
Large, small, front to back,
Draws your eye — visual impact.
Spinning tops, what do we see?
Disc of industry is what we see!
Competition, forging, metal pipes,
Iron, chains and railroad ties
Build the trains — our industrialized lives,
Captured here in black and white.
Past now in present time,
Relics being conceptualized.
Modern world co-exists,
Machine Shop Three, immortalized!
Machine Shop Three by K. Saitta © 2007, A Walk In Verse