James Fraser Poet Rhyme

The Welders

To build these giants
It took many men
Various trades
Manufacturing gems
 
Scaffolders, Platers
Drawing room to sea
But one trade
Makes it happen for me
 
Whatever they made 
No matter what they joined
My choice is not made
On the flick of a coin
 
These are the guys
That make metals talk
Settle their differences
With the strike of a rod
 
Oil Rigs like the T.L.P.
These are the creations
That do it for me
Pride in their eyes
As their efforts are towed
As smooth on the sea
Just as their welds flowed
The line above tells who they are
The Welders

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L'Nass Shango May 7, 2009 at 5:55 AM This poem to think of welders as a universal archetype of what holds our social structures and mental reality together ... the ending verse is very poignant ... quite a masterpiece.

Carolyn Devonshire May 5, 2009 at 9:23 AM Never gave much thought to the talents and commitment of welders, but I will now! Where would we be without their hard work? Working on an oil rig has to be one of the most dangerous jobs as sudden storms can tear them apart. We saw that in the Gulf of Mexico after Hurricane Katrina. Thank you for opening my eyes! Love, Carolyn