The place lapses into silence,

Preparing for tomorrow’s violence…

Snow, rain and sleet

Our week will complete,

Friday to Saturday’s violins!.

South of Worcester soon to rain,

Overnight freezing’s a pain…

Jim’s on third shift

Will my car drift,

Be caught by a snow plow gang?

Expecting the weekend guy,

To call out or try…

Covering his Dad

His sister drives bad,

Whenever heavy snowfalls fly!

Nameless and faceless are we,

The way it’s supposed to be…

Why should a goose

Put it’s head in a noose,

When doing so unnecessarily?


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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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