What Grand Delusions Poem by Mark Heathcote

You remember that day we ran through ruins
And thought wouldn't it be a quixotic idea
To rebuild that, arch. What grand delusions
Tugging giant rocks, you had as overseer.

Aggressively pulling and then pushing
Each interlocking stone, uncaringly
At times I stood impartially looking-
Back, school silk tie dangling down garishly.

You had me labelled weak, but I showed you.
And it sure was a jazzy good feeling-
In my tummy when didn't fall askew.