The Rig Poem by David Darbyshire

The Rig

Rating: 4.8


Both Ray and Sid
worked on the Oil Rig
it was dirty and hard
each were scared

The long flame lit
the ocean night
they work right through
until morning, bright

Clamp, Drill and Bore
both hands very sore
Screw, clean and pipe
Ray and Sid are on a Hype

Oil brewing, almost to the top
In just a min surely it will POP!
Black Gold, Texas Tea
drops falling into the Sea

One barrel, two barrels, three
the oil pumps up from the Sea
40 dollars,50 dollars more
then there carried off to shore

The job is never done
a new shift has just begun
Clamp, Drill and Bore
both hands very sore

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ernestine Northover 18 May 2006

I loved the ruggedness of this one David, a lovely read, very enjoyable. Good rhyming and good flow. Love Ernestine XXX

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trisha evensen 18 May 2006

nice baby. love and peace xo Trisha

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Mike Finley 18 May 2006

A strong picture of a tough way to make a living. Good work (the poem!)

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***** ********* 18 May 2006

You could shape this interesting insight in working a dangerous job, into couplets easily David, which I think would make it flow much better, there are a few typos, 'scared' for a start but I will pm you my recommendations if you like. You portray the fear and danger in this lonesome, but well paying job our boys do to keep us moving on, very well indeed. A good poem. Smiling at you, Tai

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