Uncle!

(Photo/Courtesy of Charlie in Stoneham via WCVB's ULocal)

Hearty, old New Englanders like me - 'though born and bred

To the winter season in the region are in dread

Of the 5 day forecast we've been hearing on the news;

It's not good for us or our exhausted snowplow crews.

Thursday into Friday - snow...  More snow Sunday night.

In this tunnel of our winter that oncoming light

Is a train wreck up ahead (if they can clear the tracks.)

No relief in sight for our poor old and aching backs.

I have got a snowbank that's, at least, 1 story high;

Ice dams on our roof have caused a leaky ceiling...  Sigh.

Even old New Englanders (who aren't inclined to whine)

Reach an upper threshold for our winters.  We've passed mine.

Thank You Barry

Made it through the blizzard safely - never lost our heat -

But we got so much snow that they've measured it in feet.

We got over 30 inches...  That's a lot of snow.

We'd begun to shovel it but our progress was slow.

Suddenly, a mighty roar was heard above the wind

And our neighbor (on whose grass our dog has often sinned)

Carved a path across our yard - snow blower set on high -

Coming to our rescue because he's that kinda guy.

Hours worth of digging out...  In minutes, he was done.

His machine's amazing.  I have got to get me one.

Even more amazing is our neighbor, Barry Moore.

Thanks to him we're shoveled out and our old backs aren't sore.