Author - Doug Holcomb, Vermilion, Alberta, Canada

Submitted By - Doug Holcomb, Vermilion, Alberta, Canada Four-thirty in the morning, now who could that be?
Hello, Yes this is Doug, at least I think it’s me.
Powers off and it’s me you want to go out?
Yes I’m awake, there’s no need to shout.
Dress warm, a wind come up and very cold.
Yes, I’ll hurry, powers off that’s twice I’ve been told.

So with coffee in hand, it’s out to the truck to start,
And north out of town, that is indeed really dark.
Fighting the blinding snow, and a southeast wind,
Across the ditch, wishing it was somewhere else I’d been.

Throw in the handle and watch the sky,
And to the northwest, a flash that could blind the eye.
Yes Cheryl, it’s help I need in this night so evil.
Call out the big fella, we all know as Knievel.

Some powers back on, one farm tap we have yet to repair,
Yes we did a job plan and even have paper to spare.
Potential tester, grounds, hot-stick and the like,
Sure glad it’s only ten feet and not half-a-mile I have to hike.

The wires pulled up and powers back on,
Time now for breakfast, as the sun starts to dawn.
Two smiling faces on power soldiers so weary,
But more calls have come in and Cheryl’s getting contrary.

So, off we go to continue our day,
But Cheryl’s gone home to sleep the day away.