Author - Don Manke
Submitted By - Alida MankeWhen Angels Go Bowling
Everyone look toward the horizon and you will see
Trouble in those wicked clouds most certainly.
When storms with purpose tend to gather,
Mere mortal linemen work a sweaty lather.
Fire in the sky, will it ever let up?
No time today to enjoy a warm sup’
We grab our spurs we don our belts
Every step up that pole will surely be felt.
Angels in heaven do not bowl alone,
That’s ok! We’re in a grounded zone.
We are issued our GOI’s and toil within,
Any deviation… we may never see our kin.
Skies have all cleared, foiled, the reaper so feared.
No linemen are gone, all power is back on.
We won’t be happy till loving family arms are found,
We will try to rest awhile, till the next pager sound.
~Don Manke