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| A shoveled path. 1/18/2020 dwm photo |
When our family moved into a new home the year I started third grade, I believe that's when I started helping Dad clear the snow.
I couldn't have been much help at that age. In fact, I'm pretty sure I was more like the snow brigade.
Dad liked to get the walk and driveway cleaned before people could leave their prints behind.
I suspect he wrote these verses after a morning spent scraping the walk and grumbling about the effort required to clean up the snow.
The Snow Brigade
We are the snow brigade.
We have our own unique parade.
In early morn we're on our feet
Marching forth on every street.
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp it down.
Pack, pack, pack it hard.
We'll do every walk in town,
On to the next guy's yard!
There are a bunch of us
Going out to cause you fuss.
We sit waiting for the snow
And when it comes, then out we go.
Some will wear their heavy boots
And drag such things as parachutes
Some put on their golfing spikes,
And a few will ride their bikes.
We are the snow brigade.
We have our own unique parade.
In early morn we're on our feet
Marching forth on every street.
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp it down.
Pack, pack, pack it hard.
We'll do every walk in town
On to the next guy's yard!
We'll pack the snow right on the walk
Your shovel then will skip and balk.
You will find you're out of shape
When you have to dig and scrape.
In our wake of winter tracks,
You'll find a lot of aching backs.
The best of things for you to do
Is join our happy, tramping crew.
We are the snow brigade.
We have our own unique parade.
In early morn we're on our feet
Marching forth on every street.
Tramp! Tramp! Tramp it down.
Pack, pack, pack it hard.
We'll do every walk in town
On to the next guy's yard!
W.R. Mossner
A Variety of Verse
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