That Snow Fun

[deckardcanine]

When I was but a babe in arms, I had no love for snow,
That cold stuff falling from the sky; I’m sure it scared me so.
Within my early childhood, my feelings turned around:
I felt more joy the deeper it became upon the ground.
In later years, I didn’t go for sleds or snowball fights,
But thicker snow at least meant peace and cleanly pretty sights.
Adulthood came, and then I reached my disenchanted age,
When snow would chiefly mean I had a shovel to engage.
My office doesn’t cancel work; it’s not like missing school.
I might just work from home until the power’s out (not cool).
But if the words of other folk are any indication,
The day may come when I return to snowfall admiration.

Comments

[makovette.livejournal.com]

"A shovel to engage" indeed.

With ya on this one :)

Mako