Awe thee architects of late, the building
dreams a Lady wishes to make a reality,
with a trained eye, and creativity.
The whims of the Men, drive me nuts,
Odin! The slump of the builders of these days,
Makes a Lady wish for her filly robed faze.
Doeth the Lads rather a woman,
Do the Labor, all by her self!
Strong bosk hide skirts,, adorn the small figure,
even as She works, such dainty fingers to the
bone,
The Men! How dare they lounge around,
In the comfort, of tents, with some girl.
With slaves and mead they love to roam.
Have they sealed all thee builders fate?
How dare they be untidy and late!
Here I sit, at me old tarnished desk,
watching each ehn pass me by.
Designing, ships and architect, with
a frown and a sigh.
Though thee Honor and Pride,
of a Job well done, I can't deny.
I work my fingers to they are numb!
Watching buildings fall stone by stone,
Grass growing through thee bursting cracks,
But behold the time to work has now come,
Landscaping, yes I'll start with that!
The Captain shouted out with
his massive deeds and needs,
Soon Builders,
appeared one by one.
Shovels grasped sturdy, in calloused hands,
ready to dig, up thee old ground,
upon demand.
Each Man ready, to support the next.
For the
structure
that we soon would raise.
And the foundations,
that would one day be praised.
Bricks and tiles, from which we build
would soon form a dwelling,
some can call home.
Each building designed
with such articulate ease.
By a lady, born to the Caste,
fulfilling, her Fathers dreams.
Soon each structure, will fill,
with Women and children
showing such joyous glee,
and slave girls serving happily
upon their knees.
Awe the Great Ships, with sails,
tall as thee eye can see,
each one designed, by none other but thee.
The Ladies bloodline is Caste strong.
A Woman builder, intelligent,
though some find it wrong.
She designs, the ships, and buildings
on which the Northern Gods do dwell,
and marbled floors, on which toddlers crawl.
Great Roads, where wagons, trample
as well as bosk, and Southerners protect
their Castes, and Homes.
And pathways, where Great Men do roam.
Traveling, to work, or the place, they
rest, in comfort, when the day is done.
But....
When all is completed,
a hot bath and candle light,
a Lady doe's enjoy.
Flowers, and jewels, and so much more.
And a Father hugs, and words
of Praise. Make it all worth, all her
working days.
