Beating the Storm

My husband made our travel plans - 
He likes to and I don't,
So though I never should complain,
It's doubtful that I won't.

Together we'd decided on
Two cities to explore,
But just three days in Memphis?
I was really wanting more.

Yet reservations had been made
So we left Tennessee.
It's lucky I was not in charge,
Or there we still would be.

For Mother Nature's zapped that state
With quite an icy storm
And we're here in Savannah,
Where it's short-sleeve weather warm.

Fate could be the reason
We avoided getting stuck,
Or my husband is a genius - 
But it's probably dumb luck.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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December 12, 2013 at 2:16 PM
A little luck and you won't be stuck somewhere you want to be. You see it's never very far from a catastrophy. So when the God's smile down on you, you only have to say. Thank you so much for my good luck, I'll now be on my way. Peace. :)
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