... they kept coming. In waves.
One by two by thousands more,
these northern tresspassers
parachuting from lead-colored
skies: they landed in the trees
and piled against the door ----
faster and faster they fell, until
we were overrun. Seasoned
weathermen were surprised at
the stealth of the attack: snow
was expected, but not this much,
especially for this part of Texas.
Over a foot ---- next morning was
picture-postcard perfect, unless
you had damage. Power lines
and trees downed everywhere.
Was one to remember, one for
the record books, the Big Dump
that did Dallas. And Fort Worth
---- two days later, it's gone, the
Great White South. Wouldn't
know there had been a war if I
hadn't said something or taken
photographs of the Invasion ...
Karla, 1969, Chicago area. We had a blizzard that allowed my dog to walked over our 5 foot high chain link fence. Fortunately we knew it was on the way so we (as we smoked then and I drank a bit of scotch) we stocked up on groceries, cigarettes, a fresh bottle of scotch, and as we have four kids, lots and lots of toilet paper. We were snow bound for about three days and, actually, with what the neighbors added to my bottle of scotch and everyone cooking, really, we had one hell of a good time. Your poem brought back good memories, at least for me, of '69... "69" That was a good year in a few ways.
Mark
Karla, I vividly recall one February, 1978 or '79, I awoke to get ready for work and discovered that we had 24" of partly cloudy blizzard -- the weather men are sometimes challenged for their accuracy -- nice photo -- snow,snow,snow -- I've had more than enough for this season -- may soon wake to robins song -- peace and love to you my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on February 15, 2010
Amazing. Maybe you can now make ice hockey the official sport of Texas.
I love it, 'bout time somebody other than NJ gets dumped on, except that mostly everything you get ends it "attack" up our way eventually, which sucks...e
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 15, 2010
I used to live in Dallas and saw snow there often, although I agree that a foot of it is a bit much.
It was nutz, wasn't it, Karla?? It sure was pretty while it lasted! And you have taken so many piccys, to prove to people that yes, sometimes it DOES snow in Texas! We just didn't expect THIS much! LOL Wonderful write and beautiful piccy; very well penned/imaged!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
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oops the poem I enjoyed too xx :)
Blessings and love,
Susan
peace, Carole~
Sheila
Mark
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D
Love Tinka
In Christs Love
Michelle~
over powering you with a lovely seasonal vision
Love & peace be with you
William