As the snow cease to descend
And the rain falling
In its place
I watch for yr arrival
It's this Canadian foul weather I despise
Though I know you're a good driver
Since, you grew up in the North
But I have formed a fear
That has been inherit from my mother
More and more
I get deeply concern
But you can't miss this appointment
This poem does define us Canadians, LeeAnn. Why do so many of speed in snow, heavy rain, ....wouldn't leaving earlier be so much better? A great poem, LeeAnn.
Some people are happy to drive in the snow, some people are afraid...Excellent poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is well penned.......thank u LeeAnn......