I heard the distant rumble
Like thunder beyond the distant hllls
Not to panic I grabbed my keys
Stepped outside to face the breeze
Got hit in the face with snow
From the roof It felt like a kick from
A donkey’s hoof. I backed up to
Take it all in. Went back into the house
Crawled into bed like a lazy louse
Heard more rumble, but then I knew
It came down like the other shoe.
I had to dig my way out
This is winter, you must be stout.
I grabbed a beer and a shovel
Drank the beer and held the shovel
Figured out my course of action
I’d push some here and some there
Pretty soon it would all be clear
Couldn’t collect any money. That
Was for the days they called me sonny
The storm blew over to my delight
I hate to put up such a fight
I’m happy I still had the stamina and
Could conquer such a worthy for.
One thing I feel lucky about is;
There wasn’t any ice in that snow.
Stanski
January 8, 2034, ^
Steve Haarman 