Shoveling Me Some Snow

It’s a crazy concept

This, I truly do know

And nobody understands

My love for shoveling snow

When I see it falling from the sky

I get so excited I could just die

I throw it fast but take it slow

Shoveling me that inch of snow

It comes down at different speeds

So I get out there and take the lead

I will not stop I must keep a hold

Shoveling me that accumulating snow

Some people wait until it stops

They like to sit back and watch

Not me I like to go, go, go

Shoveling me some snow, snow, snow

Don’t matter to me if it’s day or night

The snow always comes down white

Bundled in layers so I don’t get cold

Shoveling me that one foot of snow

If it’s winter and snow is on the ground

You know exactly where I will be found

Out where the frigid north winds blow

Shoveling me that heavy, drifting snow

One day Dad asked my Ma

What is that crazy son of ours doing?

He’s doing what he loves don’t you know?

He’s out there shoveling some snow

Yes, it’s a crazy concept

This, I truly do know

But try to understand

My love for shoveling snow

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I wrote this during the snow storm that dumped 14 inches on us here in Michigan. It was the most snow I've ever seen in one storm. I've always loved shoveling snow though and people think I'm crazy for it. That was my inspiration for this poem.