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Snow Storm
Heavy snow whipped the highway,
Cold penetrated clean to the bone.
Sky was foreboding and dismal,
This trucker was traveling alone.
Wipers banged their brains out,
Beyond the hood he could barely see,
He’d been driving since late morning,
Now it was after three.
Radio blasting a CW song,
His CB crackled just then.
They were closing down the highway,
Uncertain when it would open again.
Cars stalled along the roadway,
He passed a bogged down rig.
“Sure hope my trucks gonna’ make it,
This storm is gonna’ be big.”
He couldn’t recognize road signs,
Now they all looked the same.
Heavy snow on the last one,
Completely covered the name.
A roadside diner was just ahead,
He vaguely saw the neon sign.
“I’ll grab some coffee 'n call Libby,
Tell her I won’t be home by nine.”
“What’s that Honey? I love you too,
Hug the kids n’ tuck ‘em in tight.
This storm is really something,
I’ll be late gettin’ home tonight.”
By 10 P.M. it ran its course,
Sky cleared and stars shined bright.
Road crews bucking ten foot drifts,
Saw beams of a very weak light.
CURVE sign was snow covered,
Part of a guard rail was gaping wide.
In the ravine some thirty feet below,
Was a rig laying on its side.
“What’s that Honey? I love you too,
Hug the kids ‘n tuck ‘em in tight.”
This storm was really a killer,
I'm not coming home tonight.
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