“The Measure of the Line”
Beneath the hum of the wire’s song, Where current and courage belong, We build more than lines through the sky We build men and women who know why. Each bolt, each splice, each careful turn, Holds lessons the fearless must learn. For safety is not just a rule we recite, It’s the promise we make to come home each night. The craft runs deep through sweat and flame, Through every storm our brothers came. With calloused hands and sharpened mind, We honor those who came behind. Accountability it’s the quiet creed, That grows from effort, word, and deed. It’s owning the moment, the miss, the win, And rising each day to begin again. Professionalism is more than a stance, It’s pride in your posture, your glance, your chance To teach, to guide, to pass the flame, So the trade forever bears our name. So stand tall, lineman, teacher, friend, For the lessons you give will never end. In every spark, in every plan, Lives the brotherhood and the making of a man. By Daniel Cooper, CUSP, IBEW 317 Journeyman Lineman