Bobbie Teague

(Louisville, Kentucky, USA)

Progress Wheel - Poem by Bobbie Teague

Progress is forever in motion that's the way it will always be.
And when the progress wheel stop turning this world will cease to be.
The smoke that bellows from the factory's stack which produce their work of art.
After all the prints have been made and finished again it's time to start.
There are cars, boats, planes, and machines of different kinds.
They are being produced so fast it sometimes staggers the mind.
Let's praise the One who created and gave us the progressive skill.
Without Him we wouldn't have been able to start the progress wheel.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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