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Date Added: January 14, 2009 19:01:31 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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PIPELINING

French-Canadian immigrants suffering from insecurity,

a hundred and fifty thousand strong in the early fifties,

left their farms, Bruck and Dominion for U.S. factories.

Only English loyalists to the crown stayed here willingly.

With Englandís gift, two hundred free acres of dairy land,

most of us living here today know why and understand.


A perfectly noble philosophy for the poor working class,

roman catholics be hardworking and donít miss mass.

Sex is only to have children otherwise a mortal sin,

give 10% of your paycheck and stay humble within.

If your name is Boisvert, better change it to Greenwood,

pledge allegiance to the flag like a good citizen should.


One last time I came back across the border to Canada,

a few office jobs later I ventured out West to Alberta.

Amidst awesome beauty of snow capped mountains in July,

from shirt and tie to cowboy boots, denim and blue Levies.

Vast subterranean oceans of natural gas energy to recover,

we must build sixteen miles of pipeline South to the border.

A thousand dollar paycheck, countless hours of hard-work,

we never had time to wash or change our muddy shirts.


Inspired by the gleaming Rockies, the never ending prairie sky,

at times I would ask myself what is truly a manís job and why!

but somehow all this  seemed so irrelevant with each new sunrise.

An older pipe-liner shouted worriedly that weíre in for a surprise,

as fast approaching storm clouds erased the Northern lights.


A bolt of lightning split the air grounding miles of laid out pipe,

turning the big sky country to neon and we all choked of fright.

A front-end worker burnt to a crisp a couple hundred feet away,

I can still see the red-hot steaming pipe-joints even to this day.

A gruesome sight to see a man electrocuted in one deadly flash,

At Pincher Creek, Alberta this sixteen-mile loop would be my last.


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Comments:
Comment By: FreeRoger Bacon on February 12, 2009 07:38:14 PM Report
I find it hard to hold a reader for more than a dozen lines or so.  You have crafted maybe three times that dozen and held me the entire time through. 
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on January 15, 2009 06:18:52 AM Report
Raymond, as always you deliver exactly what your message it a pleasure as always .
 Your comments on my poem are most kind your such a dear man
 Hugs ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeMoonStar on January 15, 2009 02:40:15 AM Report
Wow!!!

What a truly vivid and fantastic piece. I am in awe, as always, at your mastery of words and the way you are able to take one into your words and make them see within your thoughts..

 

Thank you so for sharing, Ray...

 

Hugs,

Moonie 

Comment By: FreeFLETCHER on January 14, 2009 10:42:16 PM Report
Wow You are gifted with Expression Ray.

I love the detail within your words.

Amazing!
Fletch





 


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