The Ice Percussionist

The Ice Percussionist
By Larry Linville

On a December day
The skies became gray
Releasing drops of rain
Frozen where it landed
Some on the roads
Complicating persons with the best balance
Other drops collected on power lines
And the beautiful trees
With some brown leaves still hanging
The beautiful glistening branches
Began to bow in prayer
Asking for a miracle
Either for the rains to stop
Or the weather to warm
But their prayers were denied
And the darkness of night
Hid them for view
And made way for the
Percussionist
Who gave his special drum roll
All night long
The sharp staccato of a snare
Was heard when each limb
Was overcome by the weight
One by one the rat-a-tat
And soon a cymbal roll
As the whole limb
Came crashing to the ground
Occasionally the big bass drum
Gave its big boom
When the transformer on the pole
Shot sparks into the air
And turned off lights in houses
All around

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