Saturday, April 2, 2011

April Snows

April First morn
Snow came plummeting down
To cover the crocus
And slowen the town.
Shovels were put
At the ready that night
For snow in the forecast
Meant need them we might.
Schools were called off
In the dim of the morning
But we were all ready
We'd had lots of warning.
We had all our food
And fetched wood for an hour
So we could stay warm
If we all lost our power.
And then the snow came
A Nor'easter again
And it wern't no joke
It's just April is when
We get that wet stuff
Covering all of our spring
And making us wish
For what May will soon bring.

1 comment:

  1. Donna, the poem sounds quite 'wet'. I'm sorry you had still another storm. Being far north certainly has its disadvantages. I love the rhyming in the poem; works quite beautifully with the accent too, like a storyteller would use.


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