Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

A Scraping of Shovels

When the snow arrives at night,
Blanketing the city,
All is peaceful, soft and white,
No longer gray and gritty.

But with morning, what we hear,
And there is no escaping,
Is the grating sound, so clear,
Of nonstop shovels scraping.

Sidewalks must be free of ice
And everyone so doing
Is not concerned with being nice,
But staving off some suing!

March 5, 2019

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Rico Leffanta March 5, 2019 at 7:56 PM The voice of experience! WELL caught and said! Aloha! Rico

Andrea Dietrich March 5, 2019 at 5:32 PM I love the way you approached this challenge. EXACTLY what is heard on a snowy NY day!!

Tom Cunningham March 5, 2019 at 3:37 PM I bet you wish you were back in Rome ilene.

Jan Allison March 5, 2019 at 2:51 PM Gosh it must be a shock to the system after your holiday if you've come back to snowy weather! So glad we rarely get inclement weather and snow, the Island seems to grind to a halt at the first few flakes:-( hugs jan xx