In the building trade, we know
There are men who come and go
There are others too who stick the hectic pace.
Quite a few, through good and ill,
Have been through the grinding mill,
And in proud retirement take their leave with grace.
In the latter group we name one
Who stuck it just the same
Through the ups and downs, the smooth paths and the grim.
So its sadness that we feel, for
There goes a man of steel,
Sydney Charles Adams, B.E.M.
We take a reminiscent look when
Rom River was a brook,
When he supervised throughout the London scene,
Where a thorough knowledge pays
Still today, as former days,
And a surging swell came from the bounding stream.
And this current gushes on
And will flow when Syd has gone
And from its restful banks he’ll watch with zeal
With a pioneering pride
At the future rising tide
And the fixers of Rom River fixing steel.
©2013 The estate of William O’Donnell (Chiswick)