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MARCH 19, 2012
The Blizzard
Walking to get Walking to go, All the way to her home.
Away from the old trading port Back to her own little fort, Beth went.
A blizzard blew in It fought and flew, It crashed and clanged, What more could it do?
Finally, almost there The last stretch was here, Her warm abode was near.
Cold and numb Her fingers feeling all like thumbs, She struggled on,
Foot in front of foot Hand on hat Wishing for the fire that blazed, What seemed far, far, away.
Having a hard time reaching her destination Never knowing when she would reach her own Safe nation She moved on in desperation.
Life at stake, Wondering if she would make A deadly mistake, Beth moved on.
Feeling drowsy She plowed on Feeling empty She was soon filled With much hope That she wouldn't have to go on When she saw her old pine tree That she had planted when she was maybe thirteen.
Through the sleet and snow She would soon rest at home, The warm fire blazing Next to her toes.
Finally there on the doorstep She etched up to the stoop.
She was home She was happy, Even though her back stooped.
Though her muscles sore and her whole body Numb, She stood there anything but glum.
The blizzard could not defeat For now after her amazing feat Beth realized, During her great hard journey, The Blizzard had done hardly Much more than to scratch, and Except to attach A memory of The Blizzard, What seemed now months past.
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