Ode To My Snowblower
My updated snowcast for later this week…
ODE TO MY SNOWBLOWER!
Oh quiet remover, how you torment me.
Your life is ill-forgotten on long sun-filled days.
You wait in vain, you’ve been pushed aside.
‘Till one day I ask, “Won’t you be by my side?”
One pull, Two pulls, Three pulls, or More?
My sore arm reminds me, “I have forsaken thee!”
No man weeps outwardly, but inside I cry.
Next Spring and Summer, I promise to start you frequently.
Please come back to life and help me remove this white catastrophe…
Copyright © Miles Winslow | Year Posted 2022
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