This week’s poet is Laurence M. Hill.
Secret Snow Shoveling Santa
The Tonganoxie, Kansas, snow was piled high
From Christmas Eve’s wild storm.
The ice was mighty hard.
And though the middle of our drive stood partly clear
The gutter and the corners by the street were barred
By ice and towers of snow.
In afternoon a figure came complete with shovel
And Buick sleigh drawn by unseen horses.
He spoke not a word but turned straight to his work.
He chopped all the ice and threw all the snow.
He smiled a pleased smile; it was time to go.
It was then that I saw that I had to add to
My gathering of Santas some red and some blue
A secret snow-shoveling Santa, and he was you!
(The Santa was my friend my heart always knew.)