A BEAUTIFUL POEM WRITTEN BY A OILFIELD WIFE.
A barrels at a decade low,
Jobs are Far and few between,
Not counted in the price of oil,
Are the Men behind the scenes.
Yesterday another life was lost,
In a dangerous oilfield life,
Nothing left but memories,
For his children and his wife.
Those who bash the oilfield,
Have no idea just how far,
Our men are willing to push themselves,
So they can heat their homes and drive their cars.
And yet now another Rigger,
Is called to paradise in the Sky,
A barrel might not be worth much,
But the price of oil is very high.
- Jenn Taylor