July 20, 2024

Early one spring morning, while the lawn was still covered with dew,
I awoke from a deep and restful slumber to start the day anew.
Perched on the rooftop, CertianTeed Shingles, fresh to install,
Gleeful indeed, looking so layered, so tall.
One by one out of the bundle, precisely they lay,
Not one turn, not one tumble, felt like play.
On again, on again, vibrations in time, Hypnotic rhythm, a hypnotic rhyme.
Hunger with grumble, a smile, and no time,
An appetite can mumble to satisfy lunchtime.
Oh my, let’s rumble! A loud tummy in need,
It’s break-time indeed for this roofing machine.
Time to feed—then rise once more, With bread in hand, Shingles and more, roof won’t wait
Beat the rain, work to restore,
A house now whole beneath the sun’s gleam,
Built by sweat, New shingles, and a well-fed dream.