Sonnet: Construction Workers Poem by Dr John Celes

Oh, how they toil in sun and windy rain!
They're migrant workers from the near-by states;
They stand on risky poles and build sans pain;
They slog for hours on end for paltry rates.

They speak a dialect unknown to you;
They are a clan that goes from site to site;
All strenuous, dangerous jobs, they can do;
They rarely smile but verbally do fight.

They cook their tasty food and make their tea;
Almighty God protects them from all harm;
They take some rest but labor like a bee;
They walk their way and move akin a swarm.

A wonder how God cares for them in life;
To them it makes no difference, joy or strife!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-01-2016