On a Snowy Morn
Years ago, on a snowy morn,
Before my kids were even born,
I left super early to start my drive
So in plenty of time I would surely arrive.
I taught in a school 20 miles away
And, although lots of snow was predicted that day,
The radio had no announcement I heard
That schools would be closed, which I should have inferred.
By the time I pulled up, it was quite a storm
But inside of my car I was nice and warm.
There were no other cars, one lone person about;
The custodian, shoveling, gave me a shout.
“I just got the word - we’re officially closed.
Go on home!” which I did, as you might have supposed.
Though the roads were much worse and some curses I flung,
I made it home fine, but of course, I was young.
And each year when a blizzard’s predicted, my mind
Flashes back to that morning, when I was still blind
To the fact that in snowstorms, by using your head,
You’re much better off home, staying cozy in bed.
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