On a Snowy Morn

Years ago, on a snowy morn,

Before my kids were even born,

I left super early to start my drive

So in plenty of time I would surely arrive.

I taught in a school 20 miles away

And, although lots of snow was predicted that day,

The radio had no announcement I heard 

That schools would be closed, which I should have inferred.

By the time I pulled up, it was quite a storm

But inside of my car I was nice and warm.

There were no other cars, one lone person about;

The custodian, shoveling, gave me a shout.

“I just got the word - we’re officially closed.

Go on home!” which I did, as you might have supposed.

Though the roads were much worse and some curses I flung,

I made it home fine, but of course, I was young.

And each year when a blizzard’s predicted, my mind

Flashes back to that morning, when I was still blind

To the fact that in snowstorms, by using your head,

You’re much better off home, staying cozy in bed.