Lucky Me! Poem by Ima Ryma

Early morning, still dark outside,
But moonlight shows this is fresh snow,
A beautiful sight to be eyed,
And realize that soon I'll go
To be the first to walk upon
The piles of white no other one
Has been like lucky me and gone
To be such first and have such fun.
So I dress appropriately,
To go where no one's gone before,
Into new snow waiting for me.
My time has come, I'm out the door.

The first to walk in snow moonlit,
But now I have to shovel it.