March Blizzard

 It snowed all night the day I left –

The drifts were six feet high.

The plow got stuck – it couldn’t go –

It didn’t even try.

I started out – began to walk –

But I did slip and slide –

I knew that I was going down –

I landed on my “pride”.

With a snow-covered butt, I did get up –

And continued on my way.

Hurting and chilled –

But still strong –willed,

‘Twas a hell of a way to start my day.