'Bull'
A poem by BuddyBlack
I saw a little bulldozer
Scraping on the beach,
But he was too small to know
That Mother Nature’s out of reach.
Oh, he was shovin’
And pushin’
And scrapin’ that sand,
Tryin’ to change the lay of the land.
But the waves kept coming,
And the sand came back,
Filled in the holes,
And washed out his tracks.
A poem by BuddyBlack
I saw a little bulldozer
Scraping on the beach,
But he was too small to know
That Mother Nature’s out of reach.
Oh, he was shovin’
And pushin’
And scrapin’ that sand,
Tryin’ to change the lay of the land.
But the waves kept coming,
And the sand came back,
Filled in the holes,
And washed out his tracks.
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