| Unappreciated, our Troopers hear the sleet so loud.... Inside our nice warm car inching on wipers metronome our measured line, we never see the music score conducted by our Trooper here before. We wonder why he cannot see the urgent need to move we have, why he makes us wait and tortures us just so clearly mistaken with every sign to go. The Trooper conducts his raucous symphony, light slicing through the rain fogged night with baton, palm, and flashlight wave wipers beating time to concert's final rave. Trooper intense holds chaos well at bay Till, finally, he points our solo to the crowd, At last! we breath deep, flee the fray, never knowing no concert star will ever hear the tit-tat sleet so rat-a-tat loud as on a Trooper's rain soaked hat. ===================================== by Daniel A. Johnson 12/10/00 Copyright �2000 Daniel A. Johnson |
| Symphony in Sleet |