Let it Snow

The worst winter ever, nineteen sixty-three,
my son  was born.
Disaster struck,
snow buried the truck
bringing coal to me,
blocked the lane for the next two months –
power cuts didn’t help.
How do you keep a baby warm
in minus twenty-three?
Take baby and pram into the woods
as they did in days of old.
Twigs and sticks were not much good
until the search struck gold:
a telegraph pole, felled near the path
sawn on the spot into bite-sized chunks,
piled on the pram, dragged home.

.At dVerse they’re writing about winter and snow.  My memory is of a winter rather more dramatic than my quickly-written verse shows. 

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28 Responses to Let it Snow

  1. We don’t know we’re born these days.

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  2. rythaephua says:

    Guess you are a fortune to your son by now. That was tough, glad u and your baby sailed through.

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  3. wolfsrosebud says:

    amazing how we never forget the BIG storms…. a bit scary they are

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  4. Bryan Ens says:

    that must have been terrifying…a parent’s instinct to protect your child, paired with the hopelessness of no source of heat…glad you found that pole!

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  5. tialys says:

    A very evocative poem. Actually, it sounds like a scene from ‘Call the Midwife’ – do you watch it?

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  6. Kathy Reed says:

    Makes me think of primitive times….pioneers, new settlers, even the natives who lived on our land before us….no wonder many died young..winters were deadly.

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  7. MarinaSofia says:

    Quite a story, Viv! It must have been terrifying and dramatic. But your short lines and matter-of-fact details give this control and poise. There’s also a ballad like quality to this – or do I mean fairytale – the woodcutter heading into the woods, covered in snow…

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  8. This is powerful, Viv…and speaks to the will to survive and the strength to save…wow.

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  9. Truly that kind of cold and icy death is a terrifying human dilemma and the human intelligence evolved to take care of that.. is truly incredible.. to stay alive.. in death’s icy grip…

    The more I read of poetic expressions of snow today.. the happier i am without the genie of the bottle of snow flake wishes..:)

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  10. Mary says:

    That sounds like an awful winter, and aren’t you glad now that you preserved it in poetry? I would say for me last winter had the most intense cold and most snow here in my memory. This year we have had a few good snowstorms as well. It is the horrible WIND along with the snow that I hate.

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  11. Wow…that must have been so scarey. It is amazing how our mothers’ instinct kicks in to get us through anything.

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  12. Polly says:

    Wow, Viv! That looks like some winter!

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  13. That must have been really difficult. To be without the fuel for warmth and the biting winter prevailing, it is hard to survive during such times.
    -HA

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  14. Glenn Buttkus says:

    Too cold, too hot, Nature is impervious to we mere gnats; terrific story, Viv; I once had to move in with friends when my pipes froze & the power was off for a week; took showers at work.

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  15. Misky says:

    There’s much about you I admire, Viv.

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  16. way to think on your feet… what an ordeal… but good mother’s are superheroes and always find a way…

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  17. claudia says:

    oh heck viv – i cannot even imagine how tough that must have been -and then with a little baby, trying to keep it warm.. glad that things turned out well

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  18. What winters.. and just imagine that we needed to heat by coal.. and having to fear for your baby´s life.. collecting wood for survival.. a very strong memory

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  19. brian miller says:

    wow. now that is survival…cant imagine the fear for the child…and the struggle to overcome through such an ordeal…of course I am sure on the frontier they went through it often…the only thing remotely close was the derecho which took out our power for 10 days…and it was over 100 degrees every day….

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