yes Ian....Limber could be a password..
Limber of mind..of body

I once worked for a cement gang
one ton crew cab with crew
driver..(I was that driver many times)
skid of cement seal bond
a four by four loaded down with
form lumber.buckets and barrels
quick cut saws hamers and
scaffolds and planks shovels and
picks and cars upon cars filled
with wild workers....a twenty five
foot trailver dual axle behind the
one ton loaded to the tits and
off we would go down the trail
while a hot blistering summer sun
broke through the veil of a humid
night....

You got limber in a hurry..The boss
like any good sergeant or captian
dug holes flung laid block like the
rest...we had summer for the most
part to do as much all lined up..
etc paperwork..okays approvals
permits.. endless

we would hit the site and set up and
have things humming the blocks
slung in from the trucks with cranes
and the scaffold set up the mortar
boards loaded the forms built for the
day etc in a short few daylight hours..

and we worked weekends
drank like fish...were all crazy
and together hit the bars and strip
clubs along the way
and we did good work

but that moment when you dig in
set up from your ruling "boss"
and wait..for the "action"
was exciting..

a lot of people are ex military
I dont think I may have done this
Im too unstable but whom knows
that very instablility is the glue
the brother sisterhood of this
that can be tamed!!

like writing poetry
the raw power inside bubbling
away