We'd picked up all the fencing tools
And Staples off the road
An extra roll of "bob" wire
Was the last thing left to load
I drew a sleeve across my face
To wipe away the dirt
The young man who was helping me
Was tuckin' in his shirt
I turned around to him and said,
"This fence is finally done
With five new strands of 'bob' wire
Shinin' proudly in the sun
The wire is runnin' straight and tight
With every post in line
The kinda job you're proud of
One that stands the test of time."
The kid was not impressed at all
He stared off into space
Reminded me of years ago
Another time and place
I called myself a cowboy
I was full of buck and bawl
I didn't think my hands would fit
Post augers and a maul
They sent me out with Shorty
And the ranch fence building crew
Well, I was quite insulted
And before the day was through
I let him know that I'm a cowboy
This ain't what I do
I ain't no dadgummed nester
I hired out to buckeroo
He said, "We'll talk about that son
When we get in tonight
Right now you pick them augers up
It's either that or fight."
Boy I was diggin' post holes
Faster than a Georgia mole
But if a rock got in my way
I simply moved the hole
So when the cowboys set the posts
The line went in and out
Old Shorty's face got fiery red
And I can hear him shout
"Nobody but a fool would build
A fence that isn't straight
I got no use for someone who ain't
Pullin' his own weight."
I thought for sure he'd hit me
Glad he didn't have a gun
I looked around to find a place
Where I could duck and run
But Shorty walked up to me
Just as calm as he could be
Said, "Son, I need to talk to you
Let's find ourselves a tree."
He rolled a Bull Durham cigarette
As we sat on the ground
He took himself a puff or two
Then slowly looked around
"Son, I ain't much on schoolin'
Didn't get too far with that
But there's alot of learnin'
Hidden underneath this hat
I got it all the hard way
Every bump and bruise and fall
Now some of it was easy
But then most weren't fun a'tall
But one thing that I always got
From any job I've done
Is do the best I can each day
And try to make it fun
I know that bustin' through them rocks
Ain't what you like to do
By gettin' mad you've made it tough
On me and the whole crew
Now you hired on to cowboy
And you think you've got the stuff
You told him you're a good hand
And the boss has called your bluff
So how's that gonna make you look
When he comes ridin' through
And he asks me who dug the holes
and I say it was you
Now we could let it go like this
And take the easy route
But doin' things the easy way
Ain't what it's all about
The boss expects a job well done
From every man he's hired
He'll let you slide by once or twice
Then one day you'll get fired
If you're not proud of what you do
You won't amount to much
You'll bounce around from job to job
Just slightly out of touch
Come mornin' let's redig those holes
And get that fence in line
And you and I will save two jobs
Those bein' yours and mine
And someday you'll come ridin' through
And look across this land
And see a fence that's laid out straight
And know you had a hand
In something that's withstood the years
Then proud and free from guilt
You'll smile and say, 'Boys that's the fence
That me and Shorty built'."
There ya go! Wisdom in those words. I would take a group of trainees all fresh out of school with their business degrees and make them read that. Lots of them didnt like the words and maybe felt a little "entitled". I could usually tell the first day which ones would make it through my program....If they didnt get that poem, they rarely made it.
I like my AC job but to tell the truth I like it more when I get to wash the dirt off my hands after a long day in the field. Spread sheets just dont have the same effect when you get to see what you can build.
Sounds like my dad. His is almost 69 years old and still has his own welding business with no helpers...he doesn't want to deal with employees, especially when their work doesn't meet his standards. He always told me and my brother and sister, "I hope you don't have to work as hard as I have, but I don't want you to think you are too good to do it either." Fortunately, I don't have to all the time, but it is nice every now and then to get out and do some real labor on the construction sites.
Great post. My little brother is 11 and every time I come over he is on his video games. I started putting him to work every time i go now or pick him up when I have a project at home. He hates it but I'm sure he'll appreciate it some day
There ya go! Wisdom in those words. I would take a group of trainees all fresh out of school with their business degrees and make them read that. Lots of them didnt like the words and maybe felt a little "entitled". I could usually tell the first day which ones would make it through my program....If they didnt get that poem, they rarely made it.
There's several YouTube versions of this poem and they're ok I guess... But there's one my buddy Shorty of all names posted on my facebook a few years back of an old cowboy in a lawn chair... It reminds me so much of Curtis Spivey (Davey Vines' wife's dad) that I can't ever really appreciate all other versions.
Great post. My little brother is 11 and every time I come over he is on his video games. I started putting him to work every time i go now or pick him up when I have a project at home. He hates it but I'm sure he'll appreciate it some day
I had video games. I even played them on occasion. They were mostly for when it was raining or dark outside (and it was dry. If it was wet, we caught crawfish coming out in the pasture making mounds). There's a place for video games in today's world. They teach patterns which a lot of life is based on. Also, a lot of today's drilling rigs are automated. It's a lot "easier" to push a button from inside that pull a lever from outside. That said, it takes a little sweat and a few bruises to get in that automated shack.
I grew up with no video games, my parents were young immigrants who could barely afford diapers for me n my sister. Growing up it was go to school and come home and work. My brother was born 14yrs after me, his life has been a lot easier and he hasn't learned to appreciate the things he has.
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