Death of a Scraper
by Leland Waldrip
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Inanimate objects sometimes have lives of their own.
A poem I read, when just a tyke,
My Dad said he’d read it too,
About a machine we’d all like,
Had no weak parts, all were true .
It was a carriage, horse drawn,
Known as the “One Hoss Shay,”
And it lasted for years, on and on,
Nothing broke, forever and a day
It was like a road Scraper I made,
Oh, some twenty-five years ago,
To drag with my truck like a blade,
Keep my driveway free of snow.
We had some big snows in that while,
And my Scraper was always on call.
We’d race to the end (a third of a mile),
Slinging a great spray wide and tall.
If the snow came down really deep,
We’d make a run every hour or so.
The roadway free and clear we’d keep,
So other vehicles could come and go.
The Scraper, like the “One Hoss Shay,”
Never needed to replace a part.
No piece developed wobble or play,
While many broke on wagon and cart.
The Scraper was great ‘til winter ‘09,
When the snow fell three feet deep.
We worked our magic just fine,
‘Til in the wee hours, without a peep,
All parts wore out — at stroke of one.
The right rail skidded into the ditch,
Left one bounced and came undone,
Concrete weights away did pitch,
Nailed down gussets split in two,
Splintered and shredded, trashed,
They broke apart like faulty glue
Chains aloose, my bumper bashed,
The Scraper, folks — it wasn’t there,
Disintegrated, busted — gone to hell,
Like the “One Hoss Shay,” — everywhere.
And none for salvage, truth to tell.
The open road? Not a prayer!
Disappearing ‘neath snowfall large,
So I headed for bed, left it there,
The wonders of Nature in charge.
And such a snow job — everywhere and deep,
Didn’t melt ‘til March — thought it’d be May.
Then I found a piece I wanted to keep.
From the Scraper? More likely the shay.
© 2010 R. Leland Waldrip
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|Reviewed by Susan Schmitt (Reader)
|Reminds me of the back-to-back blizzards we got in February of 2010. Is that considered the winter of 2009? Y'all didn't get it as bad as we did in MD I don't think. Montgomery County alone got over 300 inches. Then everything bloomed at once and darned near killed us all with the pollen in the air LOL! Another great poem. You might be converting me from a poetry disliker to a poetry reader!|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I mispronounced the read and thought you had written about the loss of another of your bear-fighting Jack Russells. Thankfully, not.
I'm reminded of '79 when Morgantown had sold its only plow and we got 21" in back to back snows. My neighbor had a new Dodge 4x4 with plow. The State--WV--plowed one lane on 73 and we drove the 8 miles to and through town without meeting another car in my brother's Austin to rescue a snnwbound student at my office.
Also, my brother has informed me that my '73 Monte Carlo, in storage, has four flat tires, a bad engine and may have to be parted out after 350,000 + miles.
That scraper was a good friend.
|Reviewed by C. J. Stevens
|Charming and imaginative! You have such a wide range - and your poems are always a delight.
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|this is great! enjoyable and fun read|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for sharing the experience via this delightful write, Leland. I love it! Love and peace to you,