Ode to the Privy Diggers

I was born on a day in years gone past.

I came from a mixture of silicone and ash.

My creators were a decent lot

Who worked the glass house where it was always hot.

They melted me, formed me, and annealed me true.

I was now a beautiful bottle of cobalt blue.

It was not long before I took my first trip.

I was crated and loaded upon a paddle ship.

They took me to New Orleans and filled me with beer.

Then I sat on the shelf at a store of near.

It wasn’t long before I was sold.

I then sat on a kitchen counter proud and bold.

When all of a sudden my cork was popped

And down into a dark smelly hole I was dropped.

I lay there peering up at the light.

It was not long before I was covered and out of sight.

I cannot recall how long it had been.

All I could do was lie there and think, “This must be the end”.

After years of thinking that I would never escape this tomb where sealed,

I was touched by a cold hard rod of steal.

This touch awoke me and gave me some hope.

Then I was laid in a bucket and tugged up by a rope.

The men that had found me were a sight to be seen,

And they held me, talked to me, and treated me like a king.

One man washed me, tumbled me, and brought me back to life.

Now I’m proudly displayed with other bottles under a sparkling bright light.

Thank God for the glass blowers who created us years ago.

And the Privy Diggers that now find us, and proudly display us, all in a row.

Boyd White copyright 2004.