Prayer For a Telephone Lineman
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I wrote this poem as a gift for my father, Jack Jung, for Christmas in 2000. We presented to him as a framed cross stitch done by my wife. He was a lineman for the telephone company all of his adult life. He passed away in 2003. I miss you, Dad, and I'm glad I got to write this for you.
Each day I climb a dozen poles
Or venture into underground holes
To run the lines that carry tones
Of voices into people's phones
Protect me Lord as I climb high
The poles that reach into the sky
And please, Lord, catch me should I fall
But better that not happen at all!
And as I crawl through dark, small spaces
Don't let me get stuck in one of those places!
And Lord, give me a sturdy truck,
And trusty tolls and lots of luck
Because my job isn't glamorous
Or thrilling, hip or amorous
But it can be fun, though kind of scary
Which is why I need you to be wary
And make sure I come home okay
At the end of every day
And as I run each telephone line,
I'll thank you Lord, for making this job mine
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2016
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