Ol' Junk-Yard Joe

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

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