Poem: The 40C Day

Here is a Poem I  wrote about a job I did in 2019. It was such a bad day that its now a repressed memory, but when I focus I distinctly remember the set of unfunctional stairs leading up to an even worse heat well. And I had to carry the soil and mulch u the stairs by the bucket:




Get up out of bed
Dreading the day
Food, and fuel, and rent
Gotta earn my pay
Postpone as much I
Can not bare the thought
Oh God!
A 40 Degree Day!

Load up the shovels
Wheelbarrow and rake.
Old Cleveland, The Storey
Then Kingsford Smith Drive
The Traffic’s abhorrent,
Oh God!
I’m Starting to Bake!

The Driveway is full
Of soil and of mulch
And a 30 degree slope
To walk oh so much
Concrete and Masonry
Surround me, no shade
Oh God!
No shade from this bunch.

I hoe in and break
Sweat Immediately
Top dress the gardens
Then mulch them fully
The maximum’s 40 C
Then climb massive stairs
Oh God!
Its 50 up here!

Eight hours boiling
Alive for this man
Why do this these Days?
Desperate does what can.
Without other income
No choice but what pays.
Oh God!
Airtasker be Damned!




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