"The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole."
– Elizabeth Madox Roberts
"...their fearsome crowns of bolts, trusses,struts, nuts, insulators, and such"
– John Updike
"I am a copper wire slung in the air,
Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow."
– Carl Sandburg
Utility poles are a part of our life. They line the towns' streets and the narrow, 2-lane rural roads. They may carry just one or two wires or they may hold a host of them. Until we look up, we don't know. And they are so ubiquitous that we seldom look up. But some people do look up, and so we have poems.
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