In this together, all our couplets,
Nearly done, Hi Viz singlets
All over working, day and night
Its a magnificent sight.
The unfinished windows or scars
Insulate the building from cars
Wires hanging,
Carpenters banging.
The site is busy with hundreds of workers,
Tramping the lane with determined orders
Every trade a signature
Men, women, long and short, made to endure.
Rooms are locked, corridors waiting,
Spaces poised for music and singing,
The power and purpose of Machines
Calibrated, tested, ready and keen.
With Christmas and years end
A cohort swells and prepares to descend
From on high to the village below
To an arts precinct all set to grow.
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