When all o’er the farm
Not a creature was stirring
Not e’en the cats of the barn.
The seedlings had sprouted from earth with great care,
In hopes that Springtime would sooner be here;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of sun and green grass in their heads.
And me with my Valium, and Chris with his ‘nightcap’,
Had settled down, dejected, for yet another winter’s nap--
When out on the drive there arose such a clatter,
We groaned from our beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows we trudged with a sigh
To see another snowplow rumble on by.
The dawn’s light still hiding behind monstrous clouds,
Revealed the source of the ruckus so loud.
Tomorrow, twenty-fourth of April, the day of my birth,
yet Winter still reigned all over this earth!
Snow covered the ground, the trees and spring hoses--
Soon covered our ears, our eyes, and our noses.
Truer yet than Old Faithful, the snowstorms they flew,
Ol’ Man Winter, he chuckled, belly filled with foul brew--
“Now, Sleet! Now, Snow! Now, Blizzards and Winds!
On Ice! On Frost! On Flurries and Minus Tens;
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!”
“Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”--
our voices cried out, all weary with Cold--
when, at our wits’ end, patience no more could we hold.
So gathering our strength, with our shovels all scratched,
we pushed Icy Man Winter into the drainpipe, and laughed.
Threw the sleighs, the sleds, the ice skates and coats
Deep in storage sheds dark, which we locked with big bolts.
But we heard him proclaim, melting into the earth--
“I’ll be back; I’ll be back, on December the Fourth!”