Rounded mounds of
salt bruised snow
fill my yard
Clearing out
a winter storm
is not so hard
Used to be
after snow
I’d man the tools
Shovel and scoop
and treat my back
somewhat cruelly
Now I have
an electric tool
to blow the snow
The sculpted look
has left my yard
for a softer flow
When I come in
from a snow cleanup
I’m still quite fresh
Electric tools
are the way to go
for old frail flesh.
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
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Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
