Pipeliner's Wife
Everyone talks of a pipeliner's life
But little is said of the pipeliner's wife
He loads the pickup and goes on ahead
She follows in the car (truck pulling the RV), though half dead
From packing and sorting the day before,
Running the vacuum, scrubbing the floor.
Try to stay close so she can see his taillight;
"How far do we go before we stop for the night?"
Up early and back onto the old highway
Mile after mile makes it a long day.
Canada to Mexico, and the states in between,
Carolina to California; Oh the sights she's seen.
Setting up the trailer, or finding one to rent
Knocking on doors, since she's totally bent
On getting moved in, for here's where he'll work.
This is part of her job, and she won't shirk.
So she'll clean that dirty trailer or house
And make it home for her hard working spouse.
She'll wash greasy clothes, starching and ironing
So he'll look nice on the job each morning
Paying the bills, buy groceries, she'll deliver
And try to save some of the paycheck he gives her...
But just about the time she is feeling moved in,
He comes home one night and says "We're gone again".
Back to the boxes go dishes and such
They fit right in they've been packed so much.
She crawls slowly behind the wheel of the car(truck and RV),
Tired as she can be. "Hope we're not going far!"
Is it Texas this time? Or Montana, I'll bet.
Which part of the country--Will it be dry or wet?
Maybe we've traveled this road we are going
But there is always new sights, so it's never boring.
Hope this job last longer than a month or two,
I kind of like this mountain (or desert) don't you?
If she had to stay home it would sure break her heart
'Cause she's packed to roll when the job's ready to start.
She'll keep up this life as long as she can
For she loves being with her pipelining man.
He works long hours, but when the job's done,
There'll be some time off, so there's time for fun!
Between jobs we get what amounts to a vacation,
That's one thing we like about this choice occupation.
Yes, I'm a pipeliner wife, but don't feel sorry for me,
For I feel very lucky, as lucky as can be.
But little is said of the pipeliner's wife
He loads the pickup and goes on ahead
She follows in the car (truck pulling the RV), though half dead
From packing and sorting the day before,
Running the vacuum, scrubbing the floor.
Try to stay close so she can see his taillight;
"How far do we go before we stop for the night?"
Up early and back onto the old highway
Mile after mile makes it a long day.
Canada to Mexico, and the states in between,
Carolina to California; Oh the sights she's seen.
Setting up the trailer, or finding one to rent
Knocking on doors, since she's totally bent
On getting moved in, for here's where he'll work.
This is part of her job, and she won't shirk.
So she'll clean that dirty trailer or house
And make it home for her hard working spouse.
She'll wash greasy clothes, starching and ironing
So he'll look nice on the job each morning
Paying the bills, buy groceries, she'll deliver
And try to save some of the paycheck he gives her...
But just about the time she is feeling moved in,
He comes home one night and says "We're gone again".
Back to the boxes go dishes and such
They fit right in they've been packed so much.
She crawls slowly behind the wheel of the car(truck and RV),
Tired as she can be. "Hope we're not going far!"
Is it Texas this time? Or Montana, I'll bet.
Which part of the country--Will it be dry or wet?
Maybe we've traveled this road we are going
But there is always new sights, so it's never boring.
Hope this job last longer than a month or two,
I kind of like this mountain (or desert) don't you?
If she had to stay home it would sure break her heart
'Cause she's packed to roll when the job's ready to start.
She'll keep up this life as long as she can
For she loves being with her pipelining man.
He works long hours, but when the job's done,
There'll be some time off, so there's time for fun!
Between jobs we get what amounts to a vacation,
That's one thing we like about this choice occupation.
Yes, I'm a pipeliner wife, but don't feel sorry for me,
For I feel very lucky, as lucky as can be.
Oh the days! I look back at how our daughter never had a crib cause who wanted to pack it and where would it fit in the rv. or driving 60 miles to get something in the middle of the night cause the town we were in closed at dark...ugh..oh the days but truly what fun it is to see all the new places and meet all the cool people!! I do kind of miss it!Love the blog Heather and hope all is going well still!!
ReplyDeleteYuppers, we are good! How are yall? Thanks for checking out the blog...I didn't think yall had ever pipelined?
ReplyDeleteHello. I am a pipeliners wife as well. Its very different but i like it so far. we are in virginia now. from mississippi. we have a 3 month old. its very life changing. but your poem gave me inspiration!
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