The dago shovelman sits by the railroad track <br />Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna. <br />A train whirls by, and men and women at tables <br />Alive with red roses and yellow jonquils, <br />Eat steaks running with brown gravy, <br />Strawberries and cream, eclaires and coffee. <br />The dago shovelman finishes the dry bread and bologna, <br />Washes it down with a dipper from the water-boy, <br />And goes back to the second half of a ten-hour day’s work <br />Keeping the road-bed so the roses and jonquils <br />Shake hardly at all in the cut glass vases <br />Standing slender on the tables in the dining cars.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-of-the-romans/
