The day came along and we huddled,
With Daisy the dog left to cuddle.
We walked, talked,
Not feeling too hot,
Fearing both rain and puddle
With Cammo our aim we trekked.
The shoes and the pants we wrecked,
To get through the sludge,
And twigs that don’t budge,
Building up quite a good sweat
We spaded and barrowed and raked,
In quite an impressive rate.
We all kept on going,
Putting off slowing,
Ignoring our muscles that ached.
Nearer came noon and our ruckus,
Feeling the hunger among us.
We sat, ate,
Needed no plate,
To feast on our sandwich with hummus.
Despite the magnificent lunch,
And the cold that packed quite a punch.
We returned to the field,
Refusing to yield,
To mountains of mud and mulch.
We gave it our all as a team,
It was quite the wonderful scene.
Pulling and clearing,
Sludge disappearing,
With Daisy just running in glee.
Twilight then came and we stopped,
And back on the bus we hopped.
Happy and seated,
For the job we completed,
And back on our warm beds we plopped.
By Markos Ioannou