A peek into the life of an Ironworker. I dedicate this poem to my brother, Marty.
He's an artist in iron
He's a dif'rent kind of breed
He's a hired gun for the Agent
Sent from job to job by need
'Builds real castles in the air
'Walks that iron without a care
When he's on the ground - beware
Sky Cowboy
With a spud wrench in his left fist
And a good grip in his right
If you're messin' with a "brother"
Then you're lookin' for a fight
Nothin' standin' in his way
Don't have nothin' much to say
Top Out a job - he's on his way
Sky Cowboy
What a wonderful poem to celebrate your brother and what he did to make his way in the world. There are men and then there are MEN, Jane, and I understand you know the difference. This is a grand poem and I thank you for writing it.
From loadin to unloadin
Cranes keep that steel a'floatin
Joists and deck laid
Concrete floors w/rebar pourin' made
Look up - Look down
Keep that hard hat on till you reach the ground.
Take it off when we hit town.
Five years have passed. The sequel to the award-winning Chapel of Eternal Love, this book revisits the same couples in the first book, and where the lives have taken them since they left the altar at The Chapel of Eternal Love
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Cranes keep that steel a'floatin
Joists and deck laid
Concrete floors w/rebar pourin' made
Look up - Look down
Keep that hard hat on till you reach the ground.
Take it off when we hit town.
Thanks Jane for the memories.