Today at #DVERSE we have been asked to write something about risk . in the las few days i have been looking at the building of the canal around where i live. i was impressed with the shear effort of the working men digging these out by hand using only pick and shovel ( the spadesl they used are called grafts hence the saying a hard days graft). The navvies (workers) risked their lives digging these out and lining them with a mix of clay and sand called puddle clay, which when keeped wet is water tight . it needed to be stomped un by many feet to drive out any air so i came up with this as i could imagine them singing in unison like sailors singing sea shanties while they stomped. .
https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/08/poetics-take-a-risk/
this also now displayed at the art hub in my home town put togethor by #annasfunkyart

the view
from old Fishery bridge
Stomp the puddle down!
Stomp the puddle down!
Under old Fishery bridge,
Under old Fishery bridge,
Dodge the risk from above,
Risk from above,
More puddle clay from above
Dropped Clay from above
Stomp the puddle down!
Stomp the puddle down!
Deep in Fishery lock,
Deep in Fishery lock.
We are the navvies of emerald isle,
Navvies of emerald isle.
Risking our life and limb
Our life and limb.
Stomp down the puddle!
Stomp down the puddle!
Then we can fill her to the brim,
Then we can fill her to the brim
Our canal dug out with these grafts,
Dug out with these grafts.
All to feed our families of emerald isle
Our families of emerald isle.
© 8/6/21 rog leach
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