Welcome to another edition of the TDG Poem! Please sit in the chair, and not cross legged on the rug.
Spikes interconnect a nexus of East and West
Rails burden our bleeding hands
Callus soul, straining our waning hope
Men of industry, men of ambition await
Tippecanoe offered fools a school
Morrill leased the land to bend industry
Steam arose from White next to Corliss
As strangers engulf their hopes in gold
Modernization dawned technology
Laid by numbers of sheer will
Plotting boilers toward the course of future
Pete knuckles, wrestles toward perfection
Downtrodden Boilermakers
History of Tiller fades into the ether
Yesterday's heroes flee our consciousness
Forever, steel & blood built our nation