December 4, 2003

  • The Shovel Stands Ready




    I came home today and saw the winter sentinel standing by the door.  Tall straight and proud he stoically stands waiting. 


    The curve of his blade will slice through the fiercest drifts, chop mercilessly at offending ice, make right the blacktop and stoop.


    I came home and saw the shovel next to the door and wondered will the bearer of such arms have the back to do this ... again.


    Into the breach we go!

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