First the signs and then the noise -
Insistent, honking, grinning boys
Announcing City snow-ploughs
What's this raucous clarion call,
This four-note trumpet klaxon?
It's the boys who tell the world
To move its Ford, Corvette or Datsun.
A snowfull truck on squeaky chains
Creaks off to dump its ***** crystal load.
And four more trucks parked right behind
Sashay one notch along the road.
Truck number two clanks up beside
The blower which spews salt and snow
Into its built-up box beside.
See, grinding now, a baby plough,
With red-faced driver tucked inside,
Trundles bundles of frozen stars
Into someone's shoveled drive.
While upon this clanking ballet
Lacy snowflakes lazy drift
Lightly swirling fluffy piles
For moving by tomorrow's shift.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC