My best friend from International Sneaky Service challenged me to come up with something in the way of a poem about the snowblower. I couldn't think of a snow related term that rhymed with "Girl From Nantuckett". "Ode to Blowing" then came to mind and well. . . uh. . no. So I did the best I could.
The snow flies like ash
Death of water and fire
The sky's white remains
Brigid
11 comments:
Nicely done :-)
hummmm... an upchuck machine.....
Very nice.
What year was that snow blower made? It certainly looks more sturdily built than current ones.
I think it qualifies for antique plates, doesn't it?
WV: pitypoot- WTH?
Things start to get REALLY GOOD at 40 years.
Can anyone play?
Winter blasts chill winds. . .
drifts made ramparts 'gainst the gale
blower returns fire
I'm originally from Florida so I've never seen a snow blower, but the whole process seems a mighty battle of the will.
Joan - awesome!
You've quite the gift.
B, I was surprised at your success.
And then comes Joan - sheesh. A gal cannot compete with the two of you.
Laura B - oh come on, your words can wring tears from dust. I admire you both.
I saw this show on Man vs. Food on barbecue in Austin. I am going to have to find reason to get down there and visit you and sample the local cuisine this Spring.
"Ode to Blowing"......
Heh
Bob
III
Proof that sometimes less is more.
Jim
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