Tracks Poem by Thomas Plotz

With the first measurable snow fall
Brings a change of scene
It seems

Suddenly, track appear from
Different types of movement

First, dominated by sleigh
Now cars and trucks,
Next to animals, and mammals
Sights to see, we just need to look,
Down at our own feet

Now Hills are engraved, and impaled
Snow flattened with saucers, sleds, and
Tubes and skis

Angels in assorted sizes
Suddenly appear
Now stay near
Guarding the landscape

Still more bazaar, these tracks are found in
Fields and ditches
Some call it a snow machine
Some a motorcycle with skies
Others, snow sled apparatus

If you're wondering in the woods, and
See some strange tracks,
Please don't ponder too long, being headstrong
Remember, to jump out of the way
When the train horn blows

T. Plotz
Tracks - NOV 23,2015