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.