Love That Road Guardian

 

wearing a shiny white helmet,

 

weathered rubber boots

 

cheap for two bucks

 

at the Second Hand shop,

 

lunch showing mustard on the shirt

 

 

 

and belly bulge captured by

 

size 48 straining his leather belt.

 

 

 

A practiced hand monitors

 

in slow motion,

 

swaggers in his stance --

 

 

 

flashes a Stop sign; proud of his job

 

shuffled through two interviews,

 

waited a long time for the opportunity

 

 

 

sure glad for the cash.

 

 

 

Highway construction is a

 

hubbub of dusty trucks, noisy Cats

 

and impatient tourists.

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I refer to them as Road Guardians, these construction safety persons with their Stop signs and walkie talkies. They are to be commended for their braveness, since this is at times, a dangerous job. I enjoy writing about the common, down to earth men/women performing necessary jobs, without fanfare nor newsworthy for today's sadness-riddled newspaper stories.

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