The snow is falling down from high
I cannot believe it I don’t know why
My plan to travel is now in doubt
Is it wise to drive with this about?
I waited for a trip like this to escape the
Usual mundane bliss
And now it seems I may be thwarted
If my proposed mini break is now aborted
Well onwards as I stick to plan and drive
Slow through town and countryside
Visibility down to mere metres at best
A cautious drive this yet no time to rest
Just keep on plodding for two hours perhaps
Then as destination approaches snow has lapsed
So it was worthwhile as arrival is safe
Though I’d not recommend it again just in case?
Copyright © 2008Ray Feasey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem