The Crane Operator

Across the river there’s a crane
That’s 30 stories high,
The operator like
A Lego man up in the sky.

As loads are lifted in the air
And gently set in place,
I wish that I could clearly see
That operator’s face.

I know I would be terrified 
But likely, he is not.
I cannot fathom how he even 
Reached that sky-high spot.

Yet he is up there, hard at work
While safely down below,
I gaze at the construction site 
And watch the building grow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Brotherton Avatar
October 9, 2023 at 4:58 PM
I've seen pictures of workers on top of skyscrapers just sitting on an open beam eating lunch like it was only a few feet off the ground. I don't even like to climb a ladder. of course I know that as fat as I am, a three foot fall will still leave a big hole.
Allison Avatar
October 9, 2023 at 4:53 PM
It must be an incredible view Ilene but I for one wouldn't want to be up there looking down, I'd rather be down here looking up!:-) hugs jan xx
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