​The sun rose slowly
Over the fin fans
Berryhill and I
Sat in the truck

A cold frosty morn
Melting before the sun
We are to cut pipe supports
That are too old and rusty

Rick and his gradall
Held it securely
Mike Jim and Phil
Amputated the leg

Disconnected from it's base
The support was lowered down
To lay horizontal
Just a pile of scrap

Life is like that
Vital and useful
Suddenly to become
Trash tossed aside