© 2011 Rolland G. Smith
Another storm is coming through
It’s not like this is something new.
A day of clear then one of Sun
Anticipates a day of fun.
But then another winter storm
To change what we all think is norm.
Some inches here and inches there
And traveler’s cry, “this is not fair.”
But I am snug within my lair
And cannot change what’s in the air.
It’s snow or sleet or rain and fog
It matters not to do this blog.
So let me say to you my friends
Since weather will not make amends.
Just tough it out and shovel fast.
The kids will always have a blast.
When spring arrives and memory’s gone
You’ll sing the flower’s growing song.
And then you’ll be hard pressed to know
When in the past it all was snow.