Lighting Wheel Poem by Whitney Stevens
Lighting Wheel
Ever-spinning wheel of lightning
Sparks flying across the sky
As the voltage grows it is slowly brightening
Wall-nailed axle so it won't fly
its age-old creator is not surprised
He knows he's not as spry
Passers-by are magnetised
As the wheel seems so alive
But it's not (so we surmise)
With even more power and even more drive
The wheel begins to be frightening
But it's just doing its little jive
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