Blue Snow
Pete Sullivan dropped by: “Your barn needs work, and so do I.” Pete had the eye To fix old boards with new And keep the handy knotholes through Which swallows flew. Pete raked and scraped away Seventy-year-old scraps of hay And found the sleigh That frisky Riley drew In nineteen-hundred-thirty-two When snow fell blue. Old cowbarns tilt awry When sills go punky, and that’s why Peter dropped by.… More »





























