(The following poem was written in 1970 during
the period of intense construction in SW Washington, D.C.)
Those buildings that rise where swamp was king
Were poured from concrete by men of will.
Hard hats of yellow on black and white
Hammered their molds from muck to sky.
Cranes tower overhead. Their buckets swing
To gather the fruit from trucks aligned.
Wood molds all in place, the concrete pours.
Cranes ladle the brew between the forms.
A few brave souls face this awesome task
To inch ever upward into the sky.
Our flag now unfurled, the frame is done;
Man triumphs again against the gods.
Hard hats remain to skeleton dress.
Interior too, a lot remains.
Innovation, strength, patience to act,
This monument, gave hardhats to you.
1970
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