The Big Red Door

Mary and I stood outside the big red door –

Seemed like we’d been there many times before –

But this time, ‘twas a little different scene.

There was icy snow packed high between,

Right up to the doorknob and two feet out –

‘Twas four in the morning, so no good to shout –

We were the early birds, that we knew –

And it was up to us to start the brew.

But to do that, we must first get inside –

Must find some way to get that door pried –

No tools had we, no shovel, no pick,

We had to do something, and do it quick.

I had a broom handle, I’d used for a cane –

Mary used it to poke the ice again and again.

Then with mittened hands we dug at the bank –

And threw the chunks out by the gas tank.

I looked at her, she looked at me –

We giggled like kids on a holiday spree.

The wind chill factor was way below

As we fought our way through the icy snow.

Our feet did slide, our pants got wet –

But that didn’t stop us, on that you can bet.

In a very short time, we dug through –

Surprising what some “OLD” folks can do.

Once inside, we put on the speed,

Filled the trays to take care of the need.

We had hot coffee ready for the plowing crew,

And donuts to build their strength anew.

We were open and ready with your coffee and sweet

At The Donut Shop on Central Street.