The Salters

They filled the barrows up with salt,
Preparing for the snow
And pushed them on the walks and ramps
Where passengers will go.

A sprinkle here, a sprinkle there,
By hand or by machine,
To coat the surfaces to keep
The pathways nice and clean.

The sun is out, the sky is blue;
It’s crisp and clear and bright
And yet a storm’s predicted,
Which we’re told will start tonight.

By then I’ll be at home, all safe
And cozily inside
While thanks to salt, the ferry goers
Will not slip and slide.