He was a welder in the rain
Burning rod in the mud and the muck
Just trying to provide a life and make a buck
Through the joy and the pain.
You see it wasn’t his choice of work per say
However Grandpa and Grandma died when he was young
And life for him as an adult had begun
His head reeling but needing to survive come what may.
So then he trained to be a welder
Weld in the sun, snow and rain
While we were growing up he told us too use our brain
And he was a seeker of knowledge, teacher and welder.
He told me never to judge a book by it’s cover
Too be my own man no matter the cost
It would be a shame too be helpless and lost
Too show respect, work hard and mind your mother.
These ideals are still good today
This man my father this welder in the rain
The snow banks, blazing sun and may his efforts not be in vain
Lessons he shared with his children, grandsons are cherished at work and play.
So welder in the rain I honor you
As I hone my craft as I work this day
Thank you for your teaching and helping mold this clay
Know forever I respect all you did for me and dad I love you.
By Ty Stingel
January 24, 2014