Author - Judy Veal
Submitted By -A copy of this was given to me so i figured i would share it.
The heat of summer is not bad,
When the power is on to cool your pad,
When storms roll in and the power goes out,
The Lineman is called without a doubt,
He goes into the stormy hot weather,
To complete the job so we feel better.
Though the lightning is flashing right by his side,
He climbs that pole with all his pride,
He listens to the thunder rumble,
As he works his miracles so humble.
If he is lucky the job is small,
And won't take up much time at all.
But then again you never know,
Could be hours, and hours to go.
Then comes the magic moment when power restored,
And once again the lineman is ignored.
I know you ask how can this be,
Daily they risk their life for you, and me.
We don't ask, or think about how the job is done,
All we want is our power to run.
These men go out in all types of weather,
Day or night just so we can live better.
The dangers and risks of the job are high,
Some get hurt or crippled, some men die.
So when you see these men out along side the road,
Respect them, because the job is a heavy load.
Long hours, bad weather and high voltage, too,
Not many could begin to fill their shoes.
If you think their pay is too high,
Walk a day in their shoes and give it a try.
See if you can shimmy up a pole,
Or even stay up 24 hours or so.
Grab hold of those high voltage lines,
Facing the weather and elements of that time.
Leaving your family all hours of the day,
Wondering if you will be home in time to watch your children play.
Their families worry daily while they are at work,
Knowing the risks are high, and don't want them hurt.
I say these things and know they're true,
I'm a retired lineman's wife, and know what they go through.
GOD BLESS EACH OF YOU!