O intrepid driver through the snow
That falls profuse and heavy on the land:
The memory of thy days in Buffalo
Shall guide thee still to destinations grand.
For wisely thou hast furnished all thy wheels
With motive shafts, to give them added force.
Thy Subaru the tempest hardly feels,
But makes its way undaunted like a horse.
So, whether thy friend Paddy thou wouldst see,
Or wouldst take faithful Bruno to the vet,
The nets that sullen Time propels at thee
Shall not ensnare thy feet, or make thee fret.
For, as thou takest Virtue as thy crown,
Thou hast no need to fear the season's frown.
4 comments:
I like the culminative Z-Z scheme, as well as the subtle Buffalo-snow (easy to bludgeon with that one).
Spring is in the air, dear Pietro!!
It's a rhyme scheme much used by William Shakespeare in his sonnets. The opening line does not preserve strict iambic pentameter, but I allowed myself that liberty, in view of the intrepid nature of the poem's subject matter.
If you'd like to see more pictures of the snow, I've posted them on-line at http://my.opera.com/bekkos/albums/show.dml?id=2257951
muchas gracias, seguro, amigo mio
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