The loud buzz and clang of metal,
Echoing across the site.
The smell of dust and diesel,
Mark another day of construction in flight.
Hard hats and work boots,
Rule the ground like kings.
Skilled hands and trained roots,
Building tomorrow’s things.
Giant cranes stretch to the sky,
The backbone of the build.
Blueprints and plans, a forever guide,
Until completion, they are fulfilled.
From the ground up, they lay bricks,
A concrete foundation that won’t shake.
Strong walls, fixed and thick,
The structure begins to take shape.
Welders and electricians, they come,
To wire and spark life within.
Carpenters and painters get it done,
Working together until it’s perfect, every sin.
As days turn into weeks,
And weeks turn into months,
The jobsite becomes a masterpiece,
A new beginning that hums.
The pride and satisfaction,
Of the hard work and sweat,
Creating a lasting attraction,
The heart of a community’s asset.
So, to the construction worker and their jobsite,
We are grateful for your skill and might.
For building a future that is bright,
And paving the way for new heights.
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