Cat D7 Dozer

• Dallas Clark , Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2020

Sitting in the shed waiting for my owner,
Dreaming of clearing dense scrub - leaving nothing behind.
Whacking the flash modern - day loaders,
Wishing my engine was on the grind.

Looking back at the old days, driving past the horses,
Shaking the ground as I clear what lies in my way,
Strong as an ox I have that much force,
fuel and mainstay is my pay

I'm slow as a slug big as a tank
I'm old and rusty but still reliable
I used to be worth a lot to the bank
I used to be trouble



I'm the color of a sunflower
And i had so much power