Caterpillars
Not the very hungry kind,
but yellow hulks with gears.
Skid steers, dozers, excavators,
planned by engineers.
They topple walls, assist in rescues,
scoop and pave the roads,
power ships, and dig through rubble,
lift up heavy loads.
A second home to operators,
hard hats, and bright vests,
with joysticks, pedals, knobs, and screens
successful in their quests.
Slow as insect counterparts
creeping on their track.
They mine, construct, and drill for oil,
with gravel as their snack.
but yellow hulks with gears.
Skid steers, dozers, excavators,
planned by engineers.
They topple walls, assist in rescues,
scoop and pave the roads,
power ships, and dig through rubble,
lift up heavy loads.
A second home to operators,
hard hats, and bright vests,
with joysticks, pedals, knobs, and screens
successful in their quests.
Slow as insect counterparts
creeping on their track.
They mine, construct, and drill for oil,
with gravel as their snack.
This poem is copyright (©) Ginger Burke 2025
About the Writer
Ginger Burke
Ginger lives in Illinois (United States) with her husband, four kids, and fluffy cat. She is thankful to God for salvation, daisies, Central Asian food, and toddlers in footie pajamas. Her watercolor and poems have been published in Pure in Heart Stories, and she aspires to publish a picture book someday.
