Saturday’s change of pace was welcome. The scenery was bucolic. My home was transformed into a Christmas card.
JANUARY 23, 2016
Then came Sunday, January 24, 2016 and the charm wore off. The driveway looked exactly the same and I was forlornly sitting by my window waiting for my hero with his snow plow to come rescue me. While pining for the sight of him, I composed this Ode with all apologies to Cole Porter:
ODE TO THE SNOW REMOVAL MAN
Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall
Like the drip drip drip of the icicle
When the snow is starting to melt
So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you
Night and day, you are the one
I think of you
HOUR UPON HOUR,
This longing for you follows wherever I go
As I watch the cars move,
In the silence of my lonely home
I think of you
HOUR AFTER HOUR.
Under the hide of me
There’s an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And ITS torment won’t be through
‘TIL you come and plow
MY DRIVE!!!!!
Hope everyone’s life has returned to whatever is normal,
Bernadette
Warm words emanating from a cold source 😊 Pretty picture too.
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This made me smile , you need the music playing then I could sing it. X
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Love this Bernadette! Your house does look like a Christmas card beautiful!
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Old Cole would be proud!
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Or get a good laugh anyway.
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Wonderful, I liked it very much! Great photo! 🙂
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I like the way you created the sense of how long the wait feels by repeating the sounds of the clock & icicles drip.
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Beautiful!!! Just beautiful! I love your ode so much!! Thank you for sharing!
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I think Cole Porter would approve. You may have to save that picture of your house for next year’s Christmas cards!
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That picture is lovely, and as Donna said, save it! Your words fit beautifully with Cole Porter’s: “Night and Day, you are the one”. I hope that your plow came. I’ve seen the news that many are still waiting.
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Great Poem, Bernadette. I love the pic, too. I’m so glad we missed this snow storm in Michigan and I hope you get plowed out soon. 🙂
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Bravo.
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The snow really did turn scenes into winter wonder lands. Living on a state road the road in front of our house was plowed quickly. Great job Penn DOT. as for our driveway, it took us two days to shovel out the cars. Luckily there was no where we needed to go so I could take as long as I wanted. I am hoping that this is the extent of our snowfall for the season.
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Love your house. So Currier and Ives! Great poem, also. And I hope your snow plow came!
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The ode was perfect! (and gave me a good chuckle). You really should use that photo as a Christmas card.
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Bernadette, not only did I enjoy your photo and your poem but also your Cole Porter like thoughts. Don’t forget to send in an offering to Winter Wanderings. I posted the invitation at my site.
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Will do. Thanks for thinking of me.
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Adorable poem!!! I’m glad that I have strong men in my home who do all the work for me!!
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Amazing poem. Amazing. And is that really your house? It’s gorgeous and really does look like a postcard!
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It is my house for 37 years. Very lucky, I am.
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If only he knew how you pined for him :-). You are so clever with your writing! Hope you can now leave the house.
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High praise coming from you. Thank you.
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Sounds like sincere feelings!
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I love it. Sometimes it truly comes into focus, doesn’t it?
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It is a lovely house Bernadette – I just hope you have a cleaner as well as a plower of snow!
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Lovely poem. Wondering if you ever told him how you feel. It might warm him up or might tickle him pink. Then again, who knows what he would think. Lol
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Too funny.
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Heehee!
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