Twas the night before tax day, here in the US
Everyone hunkered down, for the fear of virus
Our doors were brightly covered in unity of red
In hope that the virus would soon be dead
The people were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of hugging danced through their heads
I rose from my bed for more movies of old
Must take the dogs first, get me jacket, its cold
I open my door and what do I see
But three inches of snow on the ground just for me.
I run back inside for proper clothes for snow
For the craziness of lock-down had taken its toll
With silliness and laughter I roll in the snow
The dogs looked on…do I to stay or do I go
After a brief moment they piled in too
As tensions was released with a loud yahoo.
Anita Neal
I was expecting flurries last night, not inches so I was surprised to see what we had. Last week’s temps were in the 70s. Old man winter’s one last hurrah I guess. Ground was too warm to be an issue there so that was good for the heroes that needed to get out. I pray you are all safe and snug in your homes as we wait out this crisis that has covered the entire world. I could think of a lot better ways for us to connect with one another than a pandemic. Be safe everyone and remember now more than ever – be kind.
It must have felt like Christmas with the snow.
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Proof that the weatherman can get close with his predictions but God is in control.
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Great poem!!
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Thank you
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You’re welcome! Hope you are doing well.
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