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Jun 25, 2010
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DREAM BUILDER Edited
The hammer falls, the nail goes in
this is how his days begin
the hammer ,saw ,level and rules
just partial listing of his tools
He started building in his youth
25 years past, to tell the truth
by now his reputation's grown
strength of his structures widely known
Employers know that there's no need
to check his work, its now agreed
by all that he will never shirk
and takes great pride in all his work
Unlike most he gladly shares
knowledge with any youth who cares
others sadly think that giving
might interfere with making living
Translating blueprints? what a cinch
he reads them down to every inch
he's actually drawn up quite a few
just one of the things he can do
He oft' requested to point out
changes that might bring about
a feeling of much larger spaces
by moving walls other places
He works out in the cold and heat
he still thinks his job is neat
he loves to watch each project grow
resulting from all he does know
Drive around his town you'll see
homes on every property
so many built by his own sweat
wiped from his furrowed brow, and yet
If his house you chance to see
all understated modesty
his labor's love it always seems
is spent on building others' dreams
this is how his days begin
the hammer ,saw ,level and rules
just partial listing of his tools
He started building in his youth
25 years past, to tell the truth
by now his reputation's grown
strength of his structures widely known
Employers know that there's no need
to check his work, its now agreed
by all that he will never shirk
and takes great pride in all his work
Unlike most he gladly shares
knowledge with any youth who cares
others sadly think that giving
might interfere with making living
Translating blueprints? what a cinch
he reads them down to every inch
he's actually drawn up quite a few
just one of the things he can do
He oft' requested to point out
changes that might bring about
a feeling of much larger spaces
by moving walls other places
He works out in the cold and heat
he still thinks his job is neat
he loves to watch each project grow
resulting from all he does know
Drive around his town you'll see
homes on every property
so many built by his own sweat
wiped from his furrowed brow, and yet
If his house you chance to see
all understated modesty
his labor's love it always seems
is spent on building others' dreams
— scribbler, Jun 25, 2010
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judyanne
16 years ago
interesting scribble scribbler
scribbler
16 years ago
apostrophes
shirley harrison
16 years ago
"Dream Builder"
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16 years ago
builder
xena465
16 years ago
I love it Stan
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xena465
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I know Stan
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Dear Stan
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Dear Stan
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