Giant spiders of steel haunt the Blue Ridge
And many mountains across the country;
Spinning their endless webs of twisted wire
Across peaks and valleys they endlessly stretch;
Glistening in the sunshine like silver threads
Shimmering with dew drops when it rains;
Full of power deadly currents of life.
Some with twenty-five thousand volts
From dams to cities across the way.
These giant colossuses spread their webs
Bringing energy and light to the darkest night;
Mountain Spiders’ webs already spun
Woven across the scars of the landscape;
Over rocks and hills with a never ending hum
Without them life as we know it would cease.
Photos: Dwight L. Roth