Save the Cathedral! (4)A Poem by ArezzoHero
He worked alone in cold, intensely black peat water. Had
to feel his way. Laid down one hundred thousand concrete blocks, around a million bricks, and carried on his back uncounted thousands of the concrete bags which shored the Minster up. Six endless years he toiled in tedium.
If bored to tears, he never said so.
And if he hit snags, he overcame them on his own. Such men -- not loud, not proud, not looking for reward -- are just the type we really should applaud. Perhaps there were more William Walkers then: clear-eyed, unfussy, knowing what to do, and quietly disposed to see it through. © 2015 ArezzoAuthor's Note
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Added on September 20, 2015 Last Updated on September 20, 2015 AuthorArezzoRonda, Andalucia, SpainAboutI always try to avoid this part! What can I possibly say that will come across as fresh/interesting/informative? Let's see ... Teacher, lawyer and journalist. Born in Ireland, raised in Englan.. more..Writing
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