The Ditch Digger Poem

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With shovel in hand, he begins his toil,
In the earth's embrace, he breaks the soil.
A man of strength, with muscles tough,
The ditch digger's work, rugged and rough.
With sweat on his brow, he digs each day,
A laborer's rhythm, in sun's bright ray.
He clears the way, with dirt and stone,
Creating paths, where none were known.
His back may ache, his hands may bleed,
But he soldiers on, with unwavering speed.
He digs deep down, with grit and might,
A sense of purpose, his guiding light.
Through mud and clay, he forges ahead,
With unwavering focus, he's never misled.
He digs the trench, with precision keen,
A craftsman's touch, on a work unseen.
His work, a foundation, for pipes and wires,
A crucial task, that never tires.
He builds the groundwork, for others' gain,
A job of importance, through sun and rain.
Though his work may go unnoticed by some,
The ditch digger knows, he's not just "some".
His contribution, to infrastructure's plan,
A role of significance, in the greater span.
So here's to the ditch digger, strong and true,
A laborer's pride, in all that you do.
For your sweat and toil, a job well done,
The backbone of progress, under the sun.