I am at peace The snow storm came and Mother Nature dropped eight inches of precipitation My driveway looked long, but was the same length as yesterday Nothing to do except begin My machine started and then stopped Neglect showed its face I had the fuel, but failed to fill the tank After resolving this problem, I began the back and forth clearing the parking area It was much slower than reading these lines The point came where I could begin the long curving driveway Snow had drifted to a foot I took it slow and got to the road The county trucks had not been here I cleared some of the area for them Slow and steady, while remaining patient I continued and began dreaming, Thinking about men and their machines I was lucky to have a powerful engine And a reliable tool I thought about a picture my late bride and I saw in North Dakota in a local newspaper A teacher/farmer had died It showed him being thrown around in his threshing machine He taught at my granddaughter’s school We covered the picture to keep her from seeing it He was checking something and his clothing got caught It was a gruesome death and sorrow flooded me again as it had when we first saw the article My daughter and I finished our battle against the snow in a matter of one hour and forty-five minutes We parked our tools and went inside We were happy that things had gone well The workout was arduous, but satisfying I continued to think about life and how fortunate we are for having so much We must continue to realize this and maintain respect for those who came before us, constantly improving things Stanski January 18, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 