Steve a gentle man

scone making supremo

and a pilot of the skies

riding on his metal birds

its hard to realise

what a man can do

in the cockpit all those dials

and complexity

Testing the grey matter

Up there where its free

and a payload of 500

passengers  each one

nervous at the thought

of being up there in the sun

and Steve clad in your uniform

It is the man we trust

he takes it all  with a racing heart

seemingly he is just

doing a days work

nothing phases him up high

a really special bloke  to know

and that folks is no lie

covid and the pandemic

has drawn the tyranny

Boris of Jong

gets everything wrong

in the sky we’d all like to be

flying perhaps with the eagles

soaring

and seeing the blue

the mountains the tip of the ocean

steve knows what passion can do

Now he is firmly stuck to the sod

building the flettons and sand

old stocks and windows

and sand and cement

it is quite tough on the hands

it gets depressing all of the hours

with wintes chill coming in fast

building and weilding the axes and hammers

does make one stand back  aghast

i hear you  are feeling down in the dumps

like an eagle not able to fly

to work those bold wings of yours

clear those big eyes

and bathe in the coolest of dew

instead you are stuck still in building

basically confned you be

bending the back

getting the flack

and knocking back

builders tea

Dear Steve this is me

the old bard with the beard

thinking of you and the great stuff you do

and one hope that more clients  as you lend your hand

your work on the sites and your prowess

its grand

an intelligence  really closer to  your Dawn

i hope that joy floods back and once more it will spawn

Wonderful fortunes and more each special day.

and all your hard work its going to pay

cheer up old son look up in the sky

i remember with will you will be testing the why.

cheer up happy Yule.🐞🐝🐿🍁🍄