Welder Poems - Poems about Welder

He's a Presbyterian Elder By occupation Car Welder: If you don't mind: Welder Elder, By choice in the job, not fell there... Fellow Elders for the good air, Easy to find them in nice wear, Grudging not a perfumed hair, With two good cars and still a spare... So, special: this Welder Elder, Doting Husband of Emelda, User of the job's Equipment. Likely seeker...

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Come walk with me into the fields We will walk and look up yonder Finding the constellation groups- There we'll gaze in awesome wonder We will view the vast galaxy- While diamonds in the winter sky Twinkle and dance in merriment We'll watch them amazed - just you and I We'll be there with celestial beauty Almost like falling into space Looking intently and in...

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Come walk with me into the fields We walk and look up yonder Finding the constellation groups-- There we'll gaze in awesome wonder We will view the vast galaxy-- White diamonds in the winter sky Twinkle and dance in merriment We'll watch them amazed - just you and I We'll be there with celestial beauty Almost like falling into space Looking intently and in silence While...

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grinding of the wheel... it’s incremental welding ...sparks of silver stress 5/9/2018...

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The beautiful arks flashes While molting metal slashes Diving deep into my flesh I reach for a much needed breath As poisonous fumes fill my lungs A welders passion threw my veins it runs So i reach down deep for i em a welder i will not retreat I've gained my respect Standpipe conductors wellheads 7018 i inject Welding...

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Blaring grinding blares thy engine In mending together humanity’s ails, Flickering light shines thy mender In shining some light in humanity’s ails. Sacrificial lamb in mending thy breaks In little a price for sweats consumed, Hearing impairment, a risk to come In shining some light to humanity’s ails. Shielding thy eye from blind man's woe Lest an error to move with sticks, Shielding thy hands...

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You came for tea and I didn't miss notice. Every line in your eye heard voice in chorus. Lips I've seen and recognized, your locks of hair went missing in disguise but your eYes told no lies and I saw you. Hands Creator. Yours were glowing the smirk in your nose was itching of the knowing and I felt you. Sweat on...

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