The Snow Storm
It started to fall at the close of the day
And it never stopped at all
Until it covered all the land
And the cars could barely crawl.
"It's the worst snow storm in twenty years,"
Said a voice on the radio,
And "unless it's really important
That you must go out - don't go."
My daughter, with her colleagues,
Had left early in the day
To put on a play in Woodstock,
And it started while they were away.
So, of course, on the homeward journey
The traffic crawled along,
Delaying their arrival,
To four o'clock in the morn.
On Sunday morn, the snow piled high,
Hampered the morning devotion,
As down the street all one could see
Was spade and shovel in motion.
The cars were covered with nice clean snow
To the drivers' indignation;
While on the street, and working hard
Were shovellers in rotation.
With tired backs and frowning brow
They finished the needy chores -
With comments coming from everyone,
"I hope we don't get anymore."