Wheels

Wheels came into being,
As a venture...a plan.
To lighten the load,
Was the thought of man.

They were inventions,
By some slow brain.
The back was for burden,
And the theory had lain.

A time of enlightenment,
When stone was rounded.
Chariot wheels raced,
And many things founded.

Earth was on axis,
In a glorious way.
And the work of a genius,
Turned night into day.

The wheels of machinery,
Only brought to our ears.
Wheels turning faster,
In a circle of gears.

Wheels are all sizes,
And wheels are of rare make.
Even the great...Wheel of Fortune,
Turns the chances...we take.

All around us moving,
Are wheels of great worth.
As wheels rise and lower,
And touch to the earth.


E.P. 1908 - 1989