What are their thoughts,these hearty souls?
Tangled in nots on top of poles.
Sweating it out in a blend of blue,
Doing a job so few could do.

What are their thoughs, this gallent crew?
Who risk their lives the long day through.
In summer heat and winter snow,
Taking orders from afar and below.

What are their thoughts, these men of brawn?
Who joke or swear or hum a song.
Who Know that their destiny well could be,
A rubber glove from eternity.

What are their thoughts at the close of the day?
As they scramble down and put their hooks away.
Do they thank God with a heart-skipped beat?
To feel the earth beneath their feet.

What are their thoughts as they head for home?
Longing once more to greet their own.
I hope they each feel some delight.
Knowing they helped turn darkness to light!