Poem: White High Heels or Heroes of the Hour

 

Marie Antoinette faced the guillotine after her husband Louis Quatorze did. She was an excellent mother. One of her sons died of tuberculosis and his heart was smuggled out of France and he was buried at the family crypt.

Let's see if the snow keeps falling. Hold on while I check outside the door.

I'm guessing FOUR INCHES have fallen and there's no end in sight.

I would however, like to write a poem about the Township Plows.

HEROES OF THE HOUR

They come as rescuers down our street

Pushing away the thick heavy snow

Like heavy cream in a pie

Only this morning we could hardly believe

the skies would open up and trounce us

we hear the click click click

like white high heels.