The Prize

I worked on an old oil rig In red Oklahoma mud Throwing chains and working hard Sore muscles with sweat and blood Forty eight inch pipe wrenches Will sure tire your arms a bit If you want to eat and live You have to get used to it When working 12 hours a night It's likely to wear you down One day when I got off work I happened to look towards town Treetops peeked above thick fog A rainbow against the sun That sight I'll never forget A prize for a job well done

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Daniel Turner

Date: 6/21/2017 7:24:00 AM

Hello Roger. I too worked on an oil rig but for only 8 years, in Texas. It was the most fun I ever had and with the craziest bunch of guys. Great memories:) I was younger then, work all day, drink all night. I really enjoyed your poem.

Pat Adams
Date: 6/21/2017 3:56:00 PM

I worked on mud rigs. I was a roughneck for about 6 months before I became a driller. Same deal though. Work, drink, and a little bit of sleep. (More like passing out :) Lots of crazy times. Thanks for your comment!! 8o} Roger