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| The Lineman
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| What are
their
thoughts, these hardy souls, tangled in knots on top of
poles, sweating it out in a blend of blue, doing a job
few would do? |
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| What are their
thoughts, this gallant crew, who risk their lives the
long day through, in summer heat or winter snow, taking
orders from afar and below? |
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| What are their
thoughts, these men of brawn, who joke and swear or hum
a song, who know their distance well could be, a rubber
glove from eternity? |
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What are their
thoughts at the close of day,
As they scramble down and put hooks away? |
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| Do they thank
God for the heart-skipped beat, To feel the earth beneath
their feet? |
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| What are their
thoughts as they head for home, Longing once more to greet
their own? |
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Surely they
must feel some delight,
Knowing they helped turn darkness into light. |
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| Paul Harvey
News and Commentary February 3, 1986. |
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