High on a little hill, <br /> We found tracks with a will. <br /> Right there in the dust, <br /> In a hurry or bust. <br /> Tiny insect feet in a pair, <br /> A railroad track to no where, <br /> The tracks did crisscross, <br /> But, where was the boss? <br /> There were crazy eight's <br /> Without any debates, <br /> And a few curlicues, <br /> Without any clues. <br /> And some great loop-do-loops, <br /> No one was using hoops. <br /> Is this the human race, <br /> As seen from outer space? <br /> In our whole universe, <br /> Are we without a verse?<br /><br />James O'Donnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-tracks/
