The Mason
He picked up a red brick
Brushed it off
and placed it on the wet cement.
He had sweat on his brow that
Drip dripped.
His overalls and long sleeve plaid shirt
Were a good choice that frigid morning
But mid-day it was 80 degrees under the sun.
He still stacked because if he didn’t nobody else would.
He spread the cement with a trowel
and placed another brushed brick.
With every stacked brick he gave it a tap.
That set it in place just right.
His back had an ache and his shin had a splint
but every brick tapped was one brick closer
To being complete.
-Saschia Johnson
Published by Jayne
Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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Truly an amazing post that talks importance of responsibility. I really liked the way you emphasized about the pain & sacrifice that are often an integral part of completing a task with dedication. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊
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Of course Thank you for your kind words. I’m so glad you enjoyed this piece. 🙂
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❤ Thanks 😀
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