Covered Sled
I remember how it felt to be
Roused from my cozy bed,
To be driven to our country school
In that big covered sled.
Daddy hitched it to his favorite team,
His powerful Prince and Teddy,
With drifts of snow where cars can't go,
That valiant pair was ready.
We had a little kerosene stove
And robes so thick and warm,
To keep us from our death of cold,
In those few miles from the farm.
There was no need to be worried,
Our dad could get us there,
Snug and safe in our big rig,
Pulled by that faithful pair.
It sits in a museum now,
That covered, winter sled,
Daddy and his team are gone
And most of its riders are dead.
Daddy is in Heaven where,
He battles snow no more.
Only a few remember now,
How it was in days of yore.
This one has not been posted here, before. It is snowing today and that brought back memories.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2019
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