The saw is loud

The chained mental fence is sturdy

This a tractor a crowd

But the work was dirty

The workers waking around

Trying to replace the concrete

Braking it up until they see the ground

All sorts of people in the park

Playing, eating and walking the dogs

Every now and then you would share a bark

Businessman sitting on the bench participating in talks

But that’s just the average day in the big apple I can’t wait to have my lunch

And drink a Snapple