watching a house rise

the speed that work happens has to amaze
we watch as walls rise but matters are not done
the men are sweating under the harsh sun
and yet each thing is done in proper phase
the house goes up as we astonished gaze
along the sides we watch the workers run
the heat that blazes does not seem to stun
nothing that happens can these heroes daze
the world changes before us and we smile
at all that's done and how it's done so well
and yet we wonder how the light and heat
don't bother them nor ever cramp their style
on such a day such labour must be hell
but they will not admit that they are beat