Snow angel poem

Dear Editor:

I have a real true angel,

Quietly she comes to see

Where the snow lies deep and  most heavily.

There she fills her shovel full, and only when it’s quite empty

Then and only then, will she stop to rest,

Until my whole driveway is  cleaned again!

So this little poem is my attempt to make it clear

How much I appreciate  all your hard work, my dear!

Sytske Drijber, Rockwood