Buried In From The Blizzard Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Woke this morning buried in from a blizzard
so there was no gas for the snow blower,
as the plows bury our drive way in,
empted the generator of gas that was left over,
from the hurricane we had only three months ago,
so I was Good to go,
plugged it in, then pump and primed,
the snow blower was working fine,
humming to its own rhythm and time,
driveway was cleaned and I was ready to go,
but I only ask please no more snow.