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Monster Play...

The rumble of “Plows” in the distance
I don't know where they are
I race to dress, get out there
I gotta move my car!

In mind's ear I hear their laughter
“He doesn't know we're here”
“If you plow him up to windows
I'll buy our nightly beer”

Half awake, I stumble out
Ice-scraper in my hand
Brush the snow from windshield
Open door; I make my stand

They idle with monster breath
Horn trumpets cries of war
“I'll be just a minute guys”
And I don't close my door

“Please start right up, my sweetheart
I'll fill your tank with gas”
Impatient beast is grumbling
Waiting to get past

One turn of starting motor
She is running with a knock
I gun her back and forth
“The Plow” is waiting down the block

Their looks of glee are turning
To black scowls of comprehension
I haven't shut my door yet
“Did I make that mention?”

Now it thunders up the street
Insistent horn is blaring
I keep the door wide-open
“Take it off, I'm way past caring!”

Pulling out of the snow-drift
Spinning tires are smoking
The monster's crew are yelling
There's no more fun and joking

“You must let us pass, you jerk!
You can't block our passing by”
Oh, I didn't see you there boys
There were sleepers in my eye

There were threats of retaliation
“It's not over yet!”
I know it's true, they'll be waiting
It's a winner's bet

The trumpet of the beast resounds
As they pass, I smile and wave
In return, a one-finger salute
Is the one they gave

A cheer goes up; “Hoo-ray, hoo-ray
They're lining up to shake my hand
“You got them good for once, we see
We saw your desperate stand!”

Back to get my morning coffee
My slippers sodden, frozen feet
Flushed with victory at the moment
I'm the hero of the street!

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The winter long battle against the road crews who push the snow up against your car and wait until you have your driveway all shoveled to pass by and block it up again!
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My in-laws are in Buffalo and I've
been there when that kind of thing
happened there although the biggest
part went to the middle (a dead end
circle) and left a small mountain of
snow for my young son (back then,
he's now 25) to build tunnels in.
We still had to re-shovel the driveway.

I'm in the Carolina's, not much call for
snow plows here.

vivid and entertaining poem

thanks,

Richard

This was an idea born of listening to all of the neighborhood complaints. We swear that they lie in wait for you to clear your driveway and then as you are relaxing with your fifteenth cup of coffee and de-frosting; the rumble of that "Plow" said it all. You had another hour's worth of work to do! Thanks Richard, for the read and comments. ~ Gee.
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love em....
rode about with an old beast of a machine down our
way...bearded wizard driver...took me an my old lady
out for a run...automatic sand domes like a bee hive
weigh scales.....I think...it was the last of the old
federal Autocars....long ago....
up our way...at the right temp...tons of snow
like three foot banks they would leave in morning
and it would freeze..busted clunks of ice....had to have
homemade tubes of steel with a sharpened hardened
blade on the end..same one we used for ice fishing
a wind of cable you put about your wrist to save losing
it when you punched through the two feet of ice
on the lakes..
they screwed together in sections...
and your sharpened wax square mouthed shovel
big assed plastic scope....took forever....but trapped
to get to work unless you heard it wake you...
or woke up two hours early.....
excellent poem Geezer!
love the rhyme and humor!

Mr Wolf!

just kind of rolls out from under my fingers as I get going on a tale with a bit of humor in it. as anyone familiar with my Killer side knows. Yeah, I always had a few really old guy friends that could teach you all kinds of stuff if you wanted to learn. I knew a few old-timers that lived in one room cabins and only went to town a couple of times a year, to buy the staples. Flour, spices and coffee...
maybe a couple of pairs of new "Levis". and a couple of fifty gallon drums of kerosene! Lanterns, cook-stoves... I like to think that if my health were better, that I could use a lot of the knowledge I gleaned fro these O.G.s and win one of those contests where you live out in the wild with just the bare minimum of gear. Alas! Been too long ago now. Anyways, thanks for the good stuff you said, ~ Gee.
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