Mike Pearson's Adventures on a Pale Blue Dot

Iron ore dug out of the earth Sifted and separated Melted and mixed Heated into glowing liquid Moulded, squeezed and shaped Into Cat bulldozers and Kenworth trucks Into grapples and steel cable Into tugboats and shackles Into wrenches and fuel barrels Because the loggers are crying out for more For faster, for bigger For stronger, for lighter For more speed and more toughness Because this is not last year This is now The old gear goes to auction Passed down the line To the hopefuls at the bottom rung Looking, praying, betting To climb higher Laying it all on the line To log the high hills When the motor blows one final time When the tracks won't tighten anymore When the parts are too hard to find When the you are welding on top of welding When the steel frame has gone soft Yesterdays dreams get parked and forgotten Parts get pilfered, engines pulled Spare transmissions and diffs on the ground The machines sag back to the earth The trees grow up t...