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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 © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/1/2016 4:26:00 PM
Wonderful write, Andrew... LINDA
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Date: 1/31/2016 9:19:00 PM
Wonderful poem, and prayer... SKAT
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Date: 1/31/2016 7:32:00 PM
A LOVELY. SENTIMENT BEHIND THIS. I AM SURE YOUR DAD TREASURED IT. Welcome to Poetry Soup. SuZ
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