Soft and steady fell the snow.

Temperature a record low.

Massive mounds of pristine white,

accumulate throughout the night.

Deserted streets buried deep,

while everyone is fast asleep.

From a distant streetlight’s glow,

come muffled footsteps in the snow.

Who of us would be so brave,

to break the silence of the grave?

The single runner, out for fun,

couldn’t wait for the summer sun!

David L. Dahl

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Snowbound by the recent storms I got to reminiscing about the Blizzard of 1978.  Hope you enjoy.

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