“GET MY DRIFT?”
"Just foller a snowplow,"
My daddy had said,
Advising me  one stormy day.
"Just eyeball that tailight,
The one blinking red,
And  I promise that you'll be okay."
When I found myself lost
In a blizzard of white,
I recalled what my daddy
Had told.
I follered that  snowplow
'Most all of the night,
Secure from the wind and the cold.
By the end of the night,
And by dawn's early light,
The driver came to me to say,
"I'm glad you've had fun. 
This parking lot's done.
Next Wal-Mart; it's just down the way."