After many years of working in retail and then as a commercial photographer, when covid came along and forced me to find a new job, construction seemed to be a good industry. Plenty of hours & good pay, doing something that offered a bit of variety in the role. I started driving trucks, worked out I wasnt very good at that, so I landed in traffic management.
This poem is dedicated to all the guys and girls out there working in the construction industry. (Please note I've used the male pronoun in this poem, but it could equally be the female version)
Builder of the skyline
Concrete and steel, his canvas and paint,
Every brick he lays, he knows it ain’t for the faint,
Through sweat and grit, he shapes the world new,
A symphony of progress, each day he’ll pursue.
In the early morning light, he dons his vest,
A hardhat on his head, he’s always at his best,
With steel-toed boots and tools in hand,
He’s a man of construction, building dreams on the land.
He’s a builder of the skyline,
A creator of the scene,
In the midst of dust and chaos,
He finds his routine,
With a hammer and a spirit that will never break,
He’s a man of construction,
There’s no limit he can’t shake.
From towering skyscrapers to bridges high and wide,
He’s the unsung hero, with determination as his guide,
Measured lines and steady hands, he builds with care,
A legacy of structures that the world will proudly wear.
Through wind and rain, he stands his ground,
His foundation of dedication that knows no bounds,
He knows that what he builds will stand strong and true,
A testament to his passion, a lasting point of view.
So here’s to the man who shapes the world with might,
Through sweat, resolve, and vision, he brings the future to light,
In the tapestry of progress, his threads are strong and bright,
A man of construction, a beacon in the night.
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