Fighting The Fog




We mortals are known for waging good
And gallant fights to ward off some of
The fury of mother nature.  We often
Succeed in fighting, defending, and
Minimizing her calamitous effects,
But we can never wip Mother Nature. 

I once lived in an area that fogged
Heavily certain times of the year,
Especially late nights and early
Mornings.  The heavy fog sometimes
Caused much damage and loss of
Life in anto accidents.

Some motorists equipped their vehicles
With fog lights to aid in their visibility.
Unfortunately, the company vehicle
I drove did not have fog lights.

When driving was required under such
Conditions, I often sought the tail lights
Of big rig trucks.  Their big red tail lights
Would usher me safely through the fog.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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