White winter blanket covering the ground;
Swirling and whirling as it comes down;
Shifting and drifting to winter’s dance;
Children all watching as in a trance.
Traffic all creeping as on they go;
Slipping and sliding through winter’s snow.
Streets now of ice and yards of white;
Nothing is stirring all through the night.
Highways appearing like junk yards now;
Nothing is moving but one lonely plow.
Cars in ditches not able to steer;
It’ll be days before it’s all clear.
Travelers stranded and motels are full;
Not many places left for them to go.
Shelters now open from the freezing cold;
Strangers are gathering, both young and old.
Emergency crews everywhere can be found;
Exhausted and cold; making their rounds.
All through the night, this vigil they keep;
Watching over our town, so we can sleep.
Come morning our world is a canvas of white;
Sculptured by nature all through the night.
Our prayer is that no one fell in harm’s way;
That all may thank God for this brand new day.
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