The road to town was hard to travel.
It didn’t have near enough gravel.
The early spring thaw and the heavy rain
complicated the hilly terrain.
You had to navigate all the ruts
knowing your tire chains would make more cuts..
When they got so deep the car would drag
you had to learn how to zig and zag.
Sometimes you couldn’t help getting stuck
and a tractor pulled you from the muck.
You hoped the sun would shine the next day
so you could drive to town all the way.
During the summer the grader came
and worked hard for the road to reclaim
but the fall rains began their assault
and we couldn’t seem to make it halt.
Deep winter snows came to set the scene
with no time to clear it in between
and we knew we’d go through it again
with the spring thaw and the heavy rain.
This cycle was completed each year
and the fact it would happen was clear.
Every year it would get us all down
until we finally moved into town.