Outside Memphis On the Plateau
Pulling against the grains, no matter which way they go
For one reason or another, always the sand seems to blow
With postures of hunchbacks, price of constantly stooping low
Hard work moving mountains, and these guys left us quite a show
Pushing on with steely grit, forced back with inert flow
Staring directly into the sun, eyes blinded by a searing glow
One step forward one step sideways, quite staggering, I know
A labour of love and hate, built pyramids, thousands of years ago
By
David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2021
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