I' ve climbed upon
My hooks of steel
and prayed when I
have stopped to kneel.
Dear God, let my
work be good
as I climb upon
this pole of wood.
Steel towers
tall and strong
bringing power
to the throngs.
Through the storms
we chase the night,
giving families
power and light.
Electricity run with
Lineman's might.
Gone is another cold
Dark night.
Dedicated to the Linemen, the crews, the men & women who work
tirelessly to keep the lights on. I honour them with this poem!
Paul R. Sydow - Lineman