Sledding
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…
…Winter wonders, sweet delights,
Snowy days and frost-filled nights;
Memories are made of this,
Childhood times of snowy bliss.
---Joanna M. Phillips
Sled on Snow, Ivanova Maria
4 comments:
I'm jealous! We just got a ton of rain yesterday. If it would have been just a tad colder, it would have been a huge dump of snow! Enjoy the sleading. My kids always got a special thrill from sledding on the big hill at the nearby park.
Ms, Peggy, I see you've found my dear pal Sizzie! I think you're both da bomb and am tickled!
and yes, send me all your snow. I want to come sledding with you! I AM SO JEALOUS!! (did I mention that?)
BTW -- I've tagged you. Come check out my entry on A New Yorker in Houston to see what it's about. xoxo
Such a lovely image and equally super words!
Season's Greetings from New York.
I have to admit, I am not friends with snow. Except when reading verses that tell the story as clearly as if I were there...and looking at art that does the same. My way of sledding is seeing it done while I am inside. I did sled back in the day, and have to admit I liked it. Even the long trudge back up the hill.
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