In Service

Dust swirls around my face

My shirt sticks, reluctant to release my back

Hot sun covers everything, and brightens the area

Dogs pant as they trot past, looking for water

Families are gather supplies and nails

Setting up new homes for those in need

Last time I looked,

A young girl should not be building a home…

But I try my best

The foreman checks my work and grins

Helping me with the taller areas

Last time I checked,

A short girl should not be on a tall ladder…

I hammer and teeter, then descend with a pounding heart

Then smile at the small support beam I helped to nail in place.

Last time I turned around,

Service is a great way to say I care.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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