The Builder Poem
Amidst the busy streets of London town,
A builder sets to work, hammering down.
His task is great, a house extension to build,
Adding space and beauty, his skilled hands skilled.
The sun beats down, as he starts to lay,
Bricks upon bricks, the wall takes shape today.
With sweat upon his brow, he does not falter,
Focused on his work, his skills do not alter.
The noise and bustle of the city do not distract,
His mind is set, his vision intact.
For this is what he loves, his passion and his craft,
And he knows that his hard work will not be surpassed.
The roof goes up, and the windows take their place,
The finishing touches, he does not leave to waste.
And now it stands, a sight for all to see,
A house extension built with care, precision, and glee.
And as he leaves the site, his work done well,
The owner of the home, contented can now tell,
That his house is now complete, thanks to this man,
The builder of London, the best in the land.