Monday, January 6, 2014

Ode to my Snowplowing Man

Ode to my hard-working, snow-plowing man. 
(Written this morning at 3:30 a.m., after he left to go plow more and I couldn't get back to sleep!!)

Cell phone rings, are ya' listenin'?
Customer calls, snow is glistenin'.
A pitiful sight,
I'm out all the night,
Plowing in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is my sanity,
Here to stay is the reality.
I sing a crazy song, 
Because the coffee's all gone.
Plowing in a winter wonderland.

In the church lot I can build a pile,
15 feet for kids to slide it down.
Another call, I answer with a smile,
"I can do the job when I'm in town."

Later on, I'll perspire,
As I fix another wire.
I'll face unafraid
The snow that has laid
Plowing in a winter wonderland!

*Poems are made by snow-bound fools like me.............but you'll get that in a small town!!

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