They say Paul Bunyan could really swing an axe.
When those trees needed mov’in, he would make them move.
John Henry was another legend, who could lay down the tracts.
Today - to list’en to that cold steel ring, - The young would say he
Was really in the groove.
Muscle and blood, sweat and tears! Was the major composition -
Of the men - who built this land.
Our skyscrapers! , - bricks, laid down-with such perfection
It took not a formal education - for labor always had - the upper
Hand.
For these men with callused hands, were reflections of the Lord’s
Love and affection.
The next time you walk down a city sidewalk. - take time to see,
A work of art - which did not require, - a college degree
The working man, -giv’en little recognition, and little reward.
I only hope this poem, brings some historical accord.
We may not read about them in the headline news.
For the big news to them, after a hard day’s work, - is
'Happy Hour”and consuming the booze.
God bless! - And thank you! - For the working man
(8/25/07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem