My father was a pipeline man who travelled with the crew; digging ditches, fitting pipe. every day was new.
He welded seams with expertise as X-rays sure would tell; Rugged and hard working man. supplied his family well.
He had the praise of all the men who worked along his side. To hear them brag about my dad filled my heart with pride.
His hands were rough and calloused, and face was weather-swept Yet he told us bedtime stories just before we slept.
A Colorado cowboy type and maverick kind of guy with a heart as big as Texas and the great Montana sky.
With Silverado welding rig he travelled in such style Layin' skid and stringer beads, mile after mile.
So next time you go to fill your tank or put petrol in a can Remember who you have to thank is really my "old man"!
Steve Hodgin Copyright 1998 |