Shovelin' Snow
I woke this mornin' anticipatin' a steamin' cup o' joe,
But peerin' out the winder I saw piles and piles of snow!
My, oh my, how I pined to live in sunny Arizony,
But no, the missus insisted we retire in Colorady!
I would've much preferred to continue my cozy snooze,
But duty called so I donned my mackinaw and overshoes.
For a while that savory cup o' java I must forego,
And attack the mounds of blowin' and driftin' snow!
Facin' me was three foot drifts of that fluffy stuff.
I knew I was in for a challengin' huff and puff!
Neighbors greeted each other with frosty hellos,
Then all dug in with shovels and flyin' elbows!
I had the sidewalk and driveway very nearly cleared,
When comin' around the bend, a roarin' truck appeared!
'Twas the county snow removal guy and with a silly grin,
Heaped snow back upon my driveway much to my chagrin!
After a couple of cups of coffee that I had consumed,
I agin tackled the drive which needed to be exhumed!
This snow shovelin' thing was sure gettin' out of hand,
But I reckon I could be in Arizony shovelin' driftin' sand!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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