Cold and bright
Winter light
Bundle up
With all your might
Cheery faces
Noses red
Is it time to
Get the sled?
Down the slope
Swooping low
Watch out, people,
Down below!
Like a skier,
Like a bird,
Only swishing
Silence heard.
Many times we
Sled the hill
Many a whoop
And many a spill
Until at last
Mom calls us home
Warm hot cocoa
Make us warm.
Winter wonders
Sweet delights
Snowy days
And frost-filled nights;
Memories are
Made of this
Childhood times
Of snowy bliss.
1 comment :
Did you write this? So sweet. How did you convince Jon to go down on a sled? Looks like you all had a blast!
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