Where I grew up it was cool
To have your own shovel, a useful tool
A true honor on the ranch—
A shiny shovel, never came by chance
For what’s well-used will show some wear
And have a polished, productive glare.
A goal exclaimed often when I spoke
Was to own a shiny shovel when I croak
I determined to keep it mud-free and sharp
Up to the day I’d play the harp.
But hark! My life cannot yet stop—
My shovel now sits rusting in the shop!
How life follows the tale of that tool
Where luster is lost to Nature’s rule
Don Aslett of McCammon is the founder of The Museum of Clean in Pocatello. Check out the museum’s website at www.museumofclean.com.