Those Dear Old Engines

| July/August 1994

3001 W. Inyo, Tulare, California 93274

Some are red; some are green.
Some are colors in between.
Some go 'chug'; others putter.
Some just sit and spit and sputter.
Some shine up for all to see,
Some are rusty as can be.
Some run smooth with click and clack,
Some puff smoke rings from the stack.
Some keep chugging or snap and pop,
Some just quit; their flywheels stop.
Some are pains; we hate to move 'em.
Some are friends; we dearly love 'em.