Flow Redone
There sat in my chair, a sighting
when the earth quivered no delighting.
Out the window I watched it flow;
down the grade, heaps, icy snow.
The mask of skiers not revealed;
rescue workers rushed in to unseal.
They scattered about with their tools in hand,
dug for life that had a plan.
In all that commotion I did see'
deep the emotion when skiers were freed.
Copyright © Carol Barbee | Year Posted 2009
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