The Winter Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

Outside, the car lights are on. The motor is on, the heat is on. Now all I got to do is drive in the winter snow. The streets lights are on each corner. People are walking like ants on the sidewalk, just minding their own business. Day in, day out car’s fly by me. When the night comes, the roads are heavy with snow & ice. But when I drive back home, I am at my chair side listening to the fire place making sounds.

January 7th 2009
Max D. Hornbogen