Do you like building? well, I do! I’m stood amongst my creations, with my great arm, aloft in the air. It’s a thankless task this job I do, but you’ll never hear me complain – oh, no, no, no. You see, the ants down below are building something grand! And although a pot of sand doesn’t weigh a lot for an ant, when there’s thirty or forty pots in just one bag – and there’s a big wooden palette of a thousand bags to be taken to the fifteenth floor, it can be a great strain on a whole host of ants.
And that’s where my friend’s the four-wheelers come in, You see. The ants use the four-wheelers to move things around, FLT lifts things about whilst Dumper moves all sorts of things around the site, and Mix – well you should see her make concrete…and Digger is just the four wheeler for making holes
But they haven’t got a great arm like me…
So I help them, and they help me.
And that’s where my great arm comes in to play
You see, the four wheelers do great things but even FLT can only lift so high, so when I’m needed, I move things from east to west, and up and down. It’s great fun watching the things move in the air. I watch the things as they move with grace through the air. Its like being a magician…one minute the bricks are here and the next, they are there! One place to another – From A to B. It’s all me. I have lots of fun moving the sand and the bricks and the steel.
But, I have to be careful when I play my game of “Stack and Lift”, so I have a little ant to help me. Each morning, he wakes me up. and when it’s time for me to do my thing, he directs to the next building blocks and tells me which ant or four wheeler I need to get them to.
And when the day is over, and the ants have left for the day, as the four wheelers sleep I stand and watch the lights cascading on the things I’ve helped to make. Before its time for the lights to go out and for me to go to sleep, I watch the glow worms shine their lights about below. It’s fun to watch them moving about but they’re not as pretty as the moon and stars beaming brightly above my head.
So I watch them for a while, and then I go to sleep,
Hi folks, Inky reporting from behind his desk at the toolshed.
Regular viewers will know i started this site to share my scribbles thoughts and photography with you all.
Most of the poetry (not all) comes from my online repository on Allpoetry.com
Now here’s the thing. when i post to the Allpoetry server, the little gremlins working inside it, read every word i’ve written and give it a score – made up of professionalism, whether people like it or not – grammatical issues and all.
It’s very rare i get a straight 10 – I Got one today!
Here’s the poem, it’s called The Canal, and it was originally written around the time Salford celebrated the Centenary of the Manchester Ship Canal and Salford Docks.