MGRP+poem


 * Poem For the MGRP**

The Blizzard of 78’

When I see the Blizzard of 78’ I see highways full of trucks, cars, and buses scattered around the asphalt like the debris from a car crash laying there helpless against the wind. I gaze at the cars as the Perilous wind brushes past my face.

I then see the light in the sky as a sign of relief and the snowing will soon stop and stop the chaos.

When I hear this storm I hear angry civilians honking at one another in the attempt to beat the storm and get home quickly. But the snow beat them...

I feel sad for the lives lost and relieved now that the storm is finally over.

I watch, I hear, and I think about the Blizzard of 78’ as the Perilous wind brushes past my face.

- Chris Peabody