IN THE SNOW
|One wintertime when I was five
My mama told me true,
"If you intend to stay alive
Here's what you've gotta do…
"Lay on the ground with arms outstretched
An' flap 'em to an' fro,
Then swing your legs until they're etched
For angels in the snow!
"The more you make, the more there'll be
To keep you safe at play,
An' tho' they might be hard to see
They'll follow you all day."
So when my daily chores were done,
I galloped out the door
An' found a white patch in the sun
Where I'd not played before.
I kept on lookin' to the sky
While flailin' in the snow,
Then from the corner of my eye
Saw somethin' swoopin' low.
They looked like angels, bona fide,
So far as I could see,
An' they stuck closely at my side
To keep an eye on me.
They kept me warm down to my feet
By keepin' zippers zipped,
An' followed me down every street
To grab me if I slipped.
When my red sled went runnin' wild
They slowed the risky ride,
An' when the junkman's dog got riled
They showed me where to hide.
They saved my face from gettin' whacked
With slushballs comin' quick,
An' if when skatin' somethin' cracked,
They'd freeze the ice real thick.
Sometimes they'd scare the beasts away
That stalked me unawares,
By keepin' mountain lions at bay
Or chasin' grizzly bears.
But when the shadows stretched to night
An' Mama called me in,
Them angels disappeared from sight
As if they'd never been.
They came each winter of my youth
Just like my mama said,
So rest assured I've told the truth
Because I still ain't dead.