Limerick For A Snowy Day
There Once Was A Lonely Snow Shovel
There once was a lonely snow shovel.
Prepared to shovel snow and shovel.
The storm and snow did arrive.
The shovel and man did strive.
For a path more fine than his hovel.
Who said you could work your butt off? And why would anyone try to?
I see those photos of folks "back east" with snow up to their earlobes. Thank God that is not this old man's dilemma! Any snow, much less snow with ice underneath, is more than I want to have to deal with.
On the other hand, I like it out here in the Rocky Mountains where I have all four seasons. So I'm not a candidate for Florida's "Sunshine State" of hurricanes.
No, sir! Give me mountains and the snow that comes with them. But I want the snow up there on the mountains, not down here in the valley with me.
That works out fine, and some winters like this one Robert Redford gets his snow up there on Mt. Timpanogos for him and skiers at his Sundance Resort, while down here at the base of our shared mountain (me on the west side, and he on the east side) I get the snow I want (as little as possible.)
If the good Lord listens to prayers, and has the influence I know He does with our Heavenly Father, He will give Old Bobby all the snow he wants, and give me only the snow I need.
One winter, in fact, Old Bobby had a full season skiing for his resort, and the snow I got could be swept away with a corn broom. No shoveling here was required.
I didn't mind the shovel being lonely in the corner.
I had the shovel ready, and I was willing, but the Lord who knows all things took pity on me more than He did on the lonely shovel. I could use the broom instead.
Now there are times when Old Me needs to get up off my duff and do a little exercising before I forget how to. On those occasions I recognize the good that can come from the snow that falls to my side of the mountain, and on my wintering garden.
It's times like those that my shovel and I get reacquainted and work together.
But please Lord, when it gets to be the 28th of February, allow us to shovel as little as possible, and save your sense of humor for April Fools Day.
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