The break is over; the kids have all flown home.
Our two part blizzard cut their visit short.
Abandoned are the snowshoe trails we roamed,
And, yes, the downhill tracks we skied for sport.
The first storm struck the week before they came
And four foot drifts clogged up our little place,
Yet Christmas day remained for us the same
As against the next onslaught we did brace.
The next storm dumped its load on New Year's Day.
The TV news said airports might all close,
So we packed the cars and drove out in the fray
And got out on the road before the city rose.
We made it to the plane on time
In spite of all this wintry rime.
--James D. Starkey
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