On the rails when it snows

“The early morning snow storm, caused a chaos on the tracks, but never mind, the trains will still run” Gun Roswell 

On the rails when it snows

The early morning heavy rush hour, the traffic filled with vehicles, stopped on its tracks

Luckily though, it did not stop the trains running on the long rails, as a matter of fact

As the  rail driven vessels never ever halting, not for the weather, rain, snow or fire

Pushing through, pulling the haul of many a cars, dashing through whatever going far

The train, the only working public; or other kind of transport, something the pedestrians now sport

This is the way to go quite fast and oh so very far, even the next city, and that is simply splendid 

The ride rather smooth and gentle, even with the mileage left behind plenty of.

Snow Day in March (one)

Posted in Daily Photo

“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snow Day in March

It was supposed to be a sunny day in spring
But as the clock struck with a loud ding
The snowflakes started to sing

Down, down it poured
The drains started to roar
My eyes started to sore
Was it tears or the snow fall?
Oh, March, why art thou such a bore!

Snow Day in March (two)

Posted in Daily Photo

“Sunday is the golden clasp
that binds together the volume of the week.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snow Day in March

Flakey snowflakes,
The earth did shake
But oh, what total fakes
When onto the ground they lay
For a while did they stay
But much to someone’s dismay
The flakey flakes
Slowly faded away