As wintertime is starting <br />I watch the falling snow. <br />It brings to mind this neighbor man <br />that everyone seems to know. <br />He loves collecting everything <br />from things you drive <br />to things you grow. <br />We use to call him crazy <br />but we just didn't know <br />just how nice this old man was. <br />Now we call him Junk-yard Joe. <br />You may be wondering why I think <br />of him in falling snow..... <br />if you would see his yard just once <br />I'm sure then you would know. <br /> <br />Each year I watch this cluttered mess <br />grow way beyond control. <br />But then, as snowfall starts again <br />God whispers ''They'll never know! '' <br />His yard is quietly covered <br />with the blanket glistening white. <br />The things that looked so wretched <br />are now sparkling and so bright. <br />You can't mistake the beauty <br />that is covering his yard. <br />You'd never know the junk he had <br />unless you looked real hard. <br /> <br />I love to watch ol' Junk-yard Joe <br />even more so in the spring. <br />He walks around excited <br />as he looks at all his things. <br />It's like his glistening blanket <br />had been used for things to hide. <br />Once the snow has melted <br />you can see his glowing pride. <br />Next time you drive by his old house <br />don't 'tsk- 'tsk at ol' Joe <br />just bite your tongue and wait awhile <br />and thank God for the snow.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ol-junk-yard-joe/
