1984-02 February IBEW Journal.pdf - International Brotherhood of ...

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A lineman's Wife
A lineman has a hell of a life,
But then again, so does his wife.
While he climbs his poles and
• strings his line.
She's home wondering if he'll
make it home o n time.
She cooks his supper; only to sit
and wait.
Then the ca ll comes-"Honey I I'll
be home latc."
We cook a 101 o f suppers thaI go to
waste,
But when a line is down, it just
can" wait.
So the next lime you're feeling
sorry for the lineman and the
" rough way he has to go;
Ju st remember his poor wife. she
does too and I ought to know.
My father is a li neman, my brother
... is too.
Then when I got married. what
does my husband do?
He joined the local and is a
lineman, 100.
So I know the lineman has a hell of
a life ,
Bu l take it from me: so does his
wife.
Ju.oni, .. M. Srag
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Lou111, C olumbu ~. O hio
lifetimes
•
My little girl thinks time is slow,
" Mommy, will I never grow?"
For me the time goes much too
fast ,
An hour o r two and the day is past.
Bu t fast o r slow, we each muSI do
•
All Ihat we can 'Iii our lime is
through .
The world counls not the yea rs we
-
live,
But rather the help and joy we
give.
Bonnie co>
Wife of Milrk Co,
lac.1 51, hit L.ke City. Uuh
From Ca nada
When we open the Journal, week
after week,
There is something that always we
seek.
It's a poem originating from a
Canadian local,
But it appears we Canucks are not
very vocal.
I just want to make sure you
Ameri cans know
That our land is not just igloos, ice
and snow.
We, too, have towns and ci ties
with traffic and crime,
But now we li ve in the country and
it is sublime.
M y husband leaves ea rly when it's
st ill dark,
So I can enjoy our new property,
just like a park.
Our maples change colours in the
fall of the yea r,
The red, o range, yellow make us
thankful we're here.
But best for me is a man o n whom
I rely,
Together every problem we can
surely defy.
He'll say it's corny if I say any
more,
So I'll just wait till he comes
through our door.
M.on..n Yorke
Wife of N. Rich.o .... Yorke
loul l5J. Toronto, Onto
Essence of l ove
Soft with the softness
of summer breezesred
with the redness
of ruby roses,
sweet with th e sweetness
of honeyed phrases,
love has an essence
that springtime discloses .
Ju st as th e hummingbird
comes to the feederso
comes th e lover,
sipping love's potion.
Much like the bud
that is bursting and blooming,
he offers his heart
that is pent with devotion.
V~ni.I Bl.>kemore Moody
Wife of Owillhl t. Moody
l oul411
IY_ Cily. Mo.
Texas
I'm getting kind of weary,
Guess that I am getting old,
I'll be head ing back to Texas,
Where the sun's li ke melted gold.
Now , I know a cerlain sacred spot,
Where no foot but mine has trod,
Where you can gaze across the
prairie
And feel at peace with God.
I want to see stretched out before
me,
The cotton white as snow,
The ca ttle nearby grazi ng,
The finest you can grow.
I'll build myself a little cabin
Beneath a Texas sky of blue.
I'll light my pipe, and set me down,
And dream the whole day through.
When at last I am too old and
weary
Upon this earth to stay,
l et me enter the gates of glory with
The passing of a Texas day.
P.uJ MUrphy
Ret;ffli ~her of Loul 520
Austin, leus