Walnut Hill

By Dawne Zacharias Walnut Hill was a favorite place for us When the snow had covered the ground The sledders would go and the saucers would glide there was no other place, in our winter town then dear old Walnut Hill. We'd look outside, the snow four feet deep We would jump out of our sacs and go With our scarves, hats, boots, and gloves, we looked like Eskimos We pulled our toboggan all the way, five miles felt like nil To the best place, we could spend a day On dear old Walnut Hill. We marched up the slope, with smiles all around we came down with a bound from the highest mound we flew with ease the whole way down we had taken our fill On dear old Walnut Hill. Sometimes we would crash and everyone would fly We laughed and joked and got up to climb to the top of that hill one... last... time The memories there, the fun we had, we all in smiles review, the strength of will, the climb uphill, our energy zapped its true mom picked us up, tired and tuckered through The wet clothes we threw in a heap it was a quiet house we all lay exhausted, asleep after coming home from living the thrill from spending our time on dear old Walnut Hill.