The Great Workers Poem by Joyce Hemsley

North to South:
Men toiled all day to earn their pay
however cold the weather.
In heat or snow of long ago
they 'failed the system' never...
giving their families food and warmth
and shoes or boots of leather;
how true, how bold were men of old
all were birds of a feather.

East to West:
On building sites they worked for pay
until at the 'end of their tether'
ignoring the tempest, strength would grow
to change their status to 'creditor'...
this was the quest with each new dawn
never-ever the great pretenders
gathering silver, gathering gold;
all were men with firm feathers.

May God shine
His Holy ray on
fathers of yesterday.