We’re sending our thanks to the men who plow with rumbles and clanks
To the Editor:
I wonder if you still have the poem my father wrote about the men who drive the snowplows. Maybe you could put it in the next Enterprise.
I think about the drivers all the time and how dedicated and hardworking they are.
The Men Who Run the Snowplows
The weatherman has forecast
That snow is on the way.
There should be about 12 inches
By the break of day.
At night we crawl into our beds
For a long and cozy sleep.
While outside in the cold of night
The snow is getting deep.
But then we hear the rumble
As the snowplow makes its way
To make it possible for us
To go to work another day.
When the roads are slick and icy
And we shouldn't drive at all,
It's just another work day
For the men who spread the salt.
We're telling you who have to rise
So early in the day,
How much we appreciate
You've cleared the snow away.
So when you men are plowing
With your rumbles and your clanks,
We want you to remember
We're sending you our thanks.
Editor’s note: The late Bob Shedd was a frequent and beloved contributor to The Enterprise.