by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Frost said it best destruction ... I despise snow. I hate it. It is the evilness of winter that suffocates my spirit and makes me cringe in the stillness of it's cloying wetness. It leaves it's mark on me year after year. I love Michigan and all of it's wonders, but damn I hate this soft, white, fluffy percipitation that clogs my mind and stalls my heart. There is nothing that I can find worthwhile about the events of snow. I can drink hot chocolate with marshmallows melting on top in front of a roaring fire cuddled up next to my love in November without the white stuff tick, tick, ticking at the windows. Sure it's pretty, but I could look at it in photographs, while wearing shorts and drinking margaritas on a sunny beach. I shovel it, wipe it, sweep it, salt it, blow it, move it, melt it, drive on it, bundle up against it, curse it, slide on it, skate on it, and still more comes. Play in it? Rarely, and then only when drunk (I don't drink often). My fiance' says there's an intriguing way to melt it that he wants to teach me, but unless it's a snowball in my pocket as I fly off to the tropics, I want no part of the lesson. He can melt all the snow he wants....as for me, I'll be in the house waiting for spring.
Part 2
"I hate the snow"
I hate the snow
Like stop hates go
Like darkness hates glow
Like nothing hates more
Like periods hate pads
Like happy's hate sad's
Like good's hate bad's
Like in-laws hate dad's
Like fast hates slow
Like stuck hates flow
Like high hates low
That's how I hate the snow
Like roaches hate Raid
Like directly hates fade
Like sunshine hates shade
Like thirst hates Gatorade
Like wet hates dry
Like hello hates goodbye
Like the truth hates a lie
Like outgoing hates shy
Like hot hates cold
Like cowards hate bold
Like young hates old
Like on sale hates sold
Like a present hates a bow
Like cars hate a tow
Like ignorance hates to know
That's how I hate the snow.
By Reggie ~ Thanks Reggie! You say it well!
Today was the first snowfall of the season.
love me later ~ tj
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