I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SAY ‘OH NO!’ TO SNOW
As a child I’d shout with glee,
As the whiteness shrouded trees.
But the shoveling was my father’s lot, not mine.
Down the hills I’d sled with joy,
Yes, the snow was just my toy,
If school was closed then that’d suit me fine.
I could never understand,
Father’s frown at the white land,
For me it was the biggest treat by far.
No matter how much of the stuff,
I’d never get enough,
But my father’s job was digging out the car.
Now when snow begins to fall,
There’s a voice inside that calls,
“Come on and build a snowman out of me.”
But the adult in me swears,
‘I must shovel off the stairs,
And my aching back is tired, don’t you see?’
Oh, I never thought I’d say
‘Oh No!’ to snow.
But, yes, it’s true, I’d rather stay in bed.
And it keeps going through my mind,
Growing up might be defined,
As the time when shovel must replace the sled.
Copyright 1986 Jody Truse Broyles
