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!!
