Home At Last
I stand and watch
as the rain turns to sleet
And a layer of slush
hits the ground
I gaze past the parking lot
to the street below
And wonder how people
are getting around
It sure looks slippery
and dangerous to me
I stand clutching my coat
and my scarf tight
It's freezing cold
The wind is biting
The driving must be
such a fright
I brave the hill
In slow gear I go
Then round the corner
to the street
My car hits a skid
and around I go
Next time I'll just
use my feet
The ride home
was so bad
20 miles an hour
was too fast
When I pulled
into the drive
I sighed, "Ah!!...
Home at last!!"
As I collided
with the fence
to my yard
© Mary Silva
December, 2004
Award recieved in
December, 2004
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