The Roughneck, Oil rig days
by Leslie W. Bond
Sunday, January 16, 2005
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I've been working on a oil rig for the last year, so I wrote this out on the rig on 4 july 04.Dedicated to Dean Parent(Driller), Josh Hedrick(Derricks)
It's the roughneck, that's what we are,
true blue collar workers, a western star.
Into the night, we slam those tongs,
tripping for pipe, that seems so long.
Drillers on the brake handle,throttle in hand,
ordering his crew members, to dig the sand.
Sweat on our brows, as if to push a heavy plow,
workers till dawn, that's our lonely song.
The derrick man is high above the steel floor,
working his board, not many others know.
The motorman tends the surging power of the diesel,
driving those huge draw works, and rotory table.
The lead tongs going on strong, doing that dirty work,
we can't go too wrong, as we sing that heavy song.
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|Reviewed by Mary Grace Patterson
|VERY enlightening. i've always wondered what men ddi on the oil rigs. I Think its very dangerous work. A great ode for them and you...M|
|Reviewed by Marie Wadsworth
|Being a Lea Countian like yourself you have captured the spirit of this area well. A well done character sketch. This is someone who doesn't get written about and this makes them larger than life. Well done.|
|Reviewed by William Haynes
|Excellent write, dangerous work in the summer months
|Reviewed by J M
|Wonderful poetry I enjoyed Les.|
|Reviewed by Christy French
|Love the imagery here - absolutely wonderful. Thanks for sharing. Christy|
|Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
|This reminds me of the song I've Been Working On The Railroad.|