The High Voltage Men Poem by Charles M Moore

When the sky blackens over
And sun disappears
When the wind starts to howl
And you have your worst fears
When the rain hammers down
And the trees start to bend
There”s a light in your life
The high voltage men

When the power lines clash
And are whipping around
When the cables explode
in the trench underground
When your lights all go off
and the darkness descends
don”t despair they”ll be there
The high voltage men

If it”s lightning or thunder
Snowstorm or hail
When you think it”s the end
And it”s hard to prevail
At the end of the line
Is a neighbourhood friend
They”ll do all they can
These high voltage men

Thousands of volts
Run through gloves on their hands
Working live line
Where the system demands
To keep the power on
Safe and sound.End to end
The work never phases
The high voltage men

Incredulous, doesn't sum up
What they do
A rare breed of people
Are working for you
When the tunnel is dark
There”s a light at the end
Just call up and ask
For the high voltage men.


(Dedicated to the high voltage power workers
Around the world, who work incredibly long hours
In strenuous circumstances.)