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Wild Western Blizzard

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Wild Western Blizzard

What could I really know of the breaks 
                                                                in the land
huge canyons               bleeding red              cut by the wind
with the snow swirling                                  around our tires
barns upright 
                                   and fallen to a  tumble like icebergs
windshield riming over with a crust of ice
                        we scrape madly inside
                              trying to keep cold out
speed slowing
slowing to a crawl
always on the lookout
outside line appearing and gone, 
                                                                    no worries about
cattle led inside to safety    to be watered               and fed
but what of us?
                       Will we be trapped clutching a candle
                             wanting a chocolate bar, 
                                 waiting for a tractor?
and all the flat seeming land seems to have ditches
and roof pitches and rushing trees, and a swirl
                         of slumbering snow 
                                             to lumber down in drifts and piles
no fire would ever warm us
                                                                temperature dropping
            until finally we see it                shining in the dark
                                          a lantern at a farm
a fleet of snow mobiles to greet  us
                                                                   scurry is off 
                             before our ears turn blue, 
                                would they fall off?
Luckily, not tonight, not in this blizzard, 
                                                                      we have home.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper

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  1. Date: 6/1/2013 5:36:00 AM
    So descriptive and personal, you should try to get published you are that good! Light & Love

  1. Date: 5/1/2013 3:07:00 PM
    I like the west, I love your poem Sheri. Thank you for sharing. I'll be back later on tonight if not on my next day off. How about naming a particular poem, on your list. I can't wait to read the poem you highly recommend. Take Care and have yourself a nice day. LUV* ~SKAT

  1. Date: 4/9/2013 7:54:00 AM
    Wild Western Blizzard indeed, that's a very nice expressed poem, I enjoyed reading it.God bless you.Hugs!Erich

  1. Date: 3/28/2013 8:57:00 PM
    Wow, this is very cool. I like how you put this poem together.

  1. Date: 3/28/2013 4:08:00 PM
    Sheri this is very well written, good content and I love the format...David

  1. Date: 3/28/2013 1:02:00 PM
    nicely penned story....with a happy wishes

  1. Date: 3/28/2013 11:54:00 AM
    All these events are very scary & more so if you are alone! Thanks so much for stopping by my verses. Light & Love

  1. Date: 3/27/2013 11:57:00 PM
    Wonderful wording most of all but is it shaping then what it shape like.