Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

The Salters

They filled the barrows up with salt,
Preparing for the snow
And pushed them on the walks and ramps
Where passengers will go.

A sprinkle here, a sprinkle there,
By hand or by machine,
To coat the surfaces to keep
The pathways nice and clean.

The sun is out, the sky is blue;
It’s crisp and clear and bright
And yet a storm’s predicted,
Which we’re told will start tonight.

By then I’ll be at home, all safe
And cozily inside
While thanks to salt, the ferry goers
Will not slip and slide.

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Carolyn Devonshire January 17, 2019 at 4:45 PM Has the storm hit yet, Ilene? Family members in the Northeast are worried about it. I enjoyed reading about the preparations people take to prevent accidents when the storm arrives. It seems you take poor weather in stride and I'm glad you'll be inside, not forced to slip or slide. Lovely rhyme!