It’s Thursday again. And, as we do each Thursday, we’re joining our friend, Pam, and her ginger kitties, Teddy and Angel Sammy for some poetry.
This is the amazing photo for our inspiration this week:
And here’s my poem:
Skyscraper
Our country was down, there’d been bad times.
But things were looking up, and this was a sign.
New Yorkers watched with a wary eye;
they just knew, when done, it would scrape the sky.
Workers hundreds of feet in the air;
constant danger, look down if you dare.
Day after day up on those beams,
working and saving for the life of their dreams.
“Come join us for lunch, we’ll save you a seat.
Yeah, it’s scary, but the view can’t be beat.”
Workers on the job has always been key
to our country being the best she can be.
*This picture was from a photo op during construction of Rockefeller Center. If you’d like to read more about it, click the link here. It’s quite an interesting story.
~These Days Of Mine~
these days of mine 
That picture has always fascinated and inspired me. Your poem definitely does it justice-love the ‘scrape the sky’ phrase. I think I’ll have my lunch with my feet on the ground though.
I’ve seen that photo before and it makes me cringe. I can’t even imagine working up there so high – I too liked your ‘scrape the sky’ line.
It’s a great photo – and you’ve added a great poem to it …
“scrape the sky” … ; )
& the article is interesting – some of the photos from this promotion were taken 90 years ago this coming Tuesday ….
I too would not go up that high. It has been an interesting picture for a number of years. The poem matches it perfectly.
Good job! It was one of those photos that gives you a “gut reaction” (literally) from the height. I’ve seen it many times but writing a poem for it was fun.
Pam