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Posted by Pam H (PamHeb) on 2/7/2008, 8:41 am
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I love the snow,
Snow is my friend,
I'll keep repeating this,
'Til it melts in the end.
My trusty snowshovel, I fear,
Has had more workouts than I,
Yet, still I keep scraping,
As sweat falls in my eye.
BUT WAIT!
I have found new meaning
In the word "snowfall",
And Crew has delighted
In the game of snowball!
Nose buried in deep,
Or leaping in mid-air,
The world for him
is catching his lair.
Huffing and puffing,
Wiping my nose,
I throw one more
And off he goes.
Crews' antics and pure joy,
Of this dreadful stuff we call snow,
Has given me something,
I think my neighbors should know.
Snowblowers humming,
Shovels scraping the cement,
On banishing this white mess,
They seem to be intent.
They cast a furtive glance my way,
I smile back at them.
They act like I'm crazy,
Or caused this mayhem.
My sidewalks not shoveled,
By the way, neither is my drive,
I tell Crew
"I ain't givin myself a heart attack!",
It feels too good to be alive.
I scowl at the shovel,
Crew stares at me,
I bend over, pick one up,
And throw again, as he takes off with glee.
So, I've made up my mind
to look in the bright side of things.
Moments in time, memories of life,
Best of all, laughter,
Which my dog always brings.
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