342 – Workmen

Poem number 342
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Workmen
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Yellow diggers, men in hats
Clearing ground to build some flats
Steel capped boots fluorescent tops
Always busy, no one stops
Sandwiches they’ve brought from home
Coffee cups of styrofoam
Then back to work ’til 5 o’clock
Digging holes and clearing rock
A sense of pride, a race well run
A hard day’s work, a job well done.

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