By early light, with yellow spade, his trenches took shape;
he worked eagerly, flinging a grainy curtain over the wings of his shoulder blades,
his eyes sparkling blue, like the sea;
and on bony boy arms presently to be muscled,
he lugged a plastic green bucket sagging with wet sand.
When at last he was finished with his preparation,
he crouched at the gateway and waited . . . patiently . . .
Like the "men of Issachar, who understood the times
and knew what Israel should do. . ."
~ 1 Chronicles 12:32
Oh, to be like the boy . . .
and the men of Issachar.