Sonnet: Construction Workers

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