Make a DimeA Poem by JamesThose early morning wake-ups trying to make a dime Carrying shingles up a ladder two bundles at a time Hear the ringing of the hammer the screaming of the saw Walk across the scaffolding careful not to fall Plywood roofs are slippery with early morning dew Curse when I smash my finger get laughed at by the crew That afternoon sun bears down my finger starts to throb Still loving all the memories
of my first summer job. © 2016 JamesReviews
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