Steeplejack
Today I met a steeplejack
By chance, while on the street.
In New York City, that’s not someone
You are like to meet.
His van announced his occupation
So I stopped to ask
Exactly what might be a simple
Steeplejacking task.
“We’re tradesmen who do lots of things,
Especially on high –
Repairing spires and steeples;
I’m a jack-of-all-trades guy.”
I thanked him for explaining
And the knowledge I did reap.
Who knows? Perhaps tomorrow
I will meet a chimney sweep!
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