The track-lines tell a history of where the wild was tamed,Of valleys leveled out for miles and landscapes newly framed.From the first turn of the ignition to the cooling of the core,The world is shaped in iron by the mighty 104.
The diesel breathes a heavy mist before the sun can rise,A hundred-ton mechanical beast with fire in its eyes.Steel teeth bite the stubborn earth, a grind of grit and stone,In the cab of the 104, the operator’s on his throne. 104mp4
Hydraulics hiss a steady song, a pressure-driven beat,Moving mountains bucket-thick to pave a new-built street.It’s more than dirt and gravel moved, or iron in the clay,It’s three thousand stories carved into the ground each day. The track-lines tell a history of where the
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