Twenty men stand watching the muckers.
Stabbing the sides of the ditch
Where clay gleams yellow,
Driving the blades of their shovels
Deeper and deeper for the new gas mains
Wiping sweat off their faces
With red bandanas
The muckers work on… pausing… to pull
Their boots out of suckholes where they slosh.
Of the twenty looking on
Ten murmer, “O, its a hell of a job,”
Ten others, “Jesus, I wish I had the job.”
Muckers
Carl Sandburg
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Nakul BENDRE : Very very touching poem I had it in xii std 40 years back.
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