Author - a lineman
Submitted By -the poem of a lineman
oh what a treat
blisters and bruises, on your legs and feet
bad weather and dangers, all throught the night
sleep is not present, until there is light
with a push of a stick, a door is threw in
the lights are all on, and for you its the end
well keep on going
from town to town
so if your lights are still out
we still have a job to do
and when its all over
all we want, is a thank you