Author - Linda Schoening

Submitted By - Linda Schoening Winds, whistle songs
Thunder, rumbles skies
Lighting, scary silent
as streaks fill the sky

Substations sit still
Towers stand tall
Poles hold up wire
Quite as they are

When they meet
Sparks start to fly
Linemen get ready
to repair those lines

I pray to the Lord
you must end this fight
our loved ones are near
These lines that just barked