To A Steam Engine (1959-60)

You are a steaming monster made by man.
A great giant with no power to feel;
Yet there you stand to do what no man can.
To work the day right through with muscled steel.

You are stronger than a thousand horse,
Which prance amongst the daisies day by day;
Yet every day you stride the self-same course
To serve man's every want and whim.

And yet I see your lengthy journey's end,
Your every strength and toil not gone to waste.
Now is the time for you to rest, my friend.
For there are forces fresh to take your place.

P. YOUNG, IIIA.

Press the button, controller of the wings
And motors of the rocket soaring high.
The rushing air o'er rocket even sings
Not knowing of the people doomed to die.
For graceful and enchanting as it seems
Climbing far into the azure deep.
Even while one person lies in dreams
Many will fall into eternal sleep.
This rocket is no messenger of good,
For in its head is packed a power so great
That for them there is no protecting hood
And all that they can do is stand and hate
This destroying invention of man's brain
Which first began with Abel and with Cain.

J. A. BRESLAW. IIIA