​A Poem for the Season

The following poem was written by Wendy Cox of Kincardine in response to the dreadful snowy weather, Sunday morning:

The weather outside was frightful
It had snowed non-stop since nightfall
So we’re all stuck at home for now
Where’s the plow? Where’s the plow? Where’s the plow?

It doesn’t show signs of stopping
- Much like my Christmas shopping
While I list all my fam’lys gifts
More snow drifts, more snow drifts, more snow drifts

If we all get to church this Sunday
We might still be there come Monday
So, should we decide to go
Through the snow, piles of snow, banks of snow?

We made it, we held a service
Though the weather still left us nervous
We sang about bright leading stars
Then we dug, through the snow, for our cars.

The moral of this crazy po-em
Is that people who stayed at ho-em
were so safe on the inside and warm
while the rest of us wintered the storm.