Wood walkers climb the poles always tempting fate
Wood walkers turn a brave face into a cold wind
Wood walkers reach thru the clouds
Wood walkers reach thru the dirt
Wood walkers lift the helpless
Wood walkers raise the burden
Wood walkers touch the hearts and souls of a nation
Wood walkers come out when the nation calls their name
Wood walkers then silently turn back into the mist
Tomorrow the snow will clear
Tomorrow the temperature will rise
Tomorrow the hero’s on the pole will fade until their names are called again
Thomas H Palmer - Lineman