Blizzard Monday

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Because of all the severe winter weather that so much of our country is inundated with lately, I decided for my first submission here to dig out an earlier poem of mine which I wrote on Feb. 6, 1978 as a memorial to a devastating double nor'easter which dumped many feet of snow in it's one/two punch. It shut down the northeast coast for up to a week and even stranded my own father on the L.I.E. for 3 days till he could get home from the Fire Dept. station where he hiked many miles to.

Blizzard Monday

Winter winds whistle
    with howling fierceness,
Bird's and other creatures
    cower in the cold,

Swirling snow settles
    on the earth's cold breast,
While squirrel's go hunting peanuts
    buried in their hold;

Mother Nature's turned against us
    she's brought her fury forth,
It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature
    so she's evening the score;

We will be reminded of this winter
    in the year of 78'
and we will tell our children of it,
    and it's raw and cold cold fate.
 

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Justalady commented on Blizzard Monday

01-21-2011

I'm sitting here in Pa. with temps at 16 F. windy and snow. Your poem is simply worded and just easy to roll of the tongue...in other words, it flows nicely. Enjoyed it. Brrrrrrrrrrrr. Justalady

Whiskers

01/21/2011

Thank you Justalady. I was simply trying to capture in language the beauty seen amid the trama of a recording breaking storm.

Bobwelbaum commented on Blizzard Monday

01-21-2011

I'm reading this with a 10-degree temperature and four inches of snow on the ground! It paints a very nice picture. One suggestion: check your use of apostrophes.

Whiskers

01/21/2011

Thank you Bob for your comments. I'm just not real sure when to use apostrophes. I'd appreciate suggestions and corrections on this poem if you would like.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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