Bonfire of the Tires
Someone built a blazing bonfire out of tires
At the crest of the hill between the villages,
And we have come here to ride our sleds
The mile and a half to the bottom of old 60,
On the solid sheet of ice over packed snow
Two trips down and up, and we are frozen,
Our noses red, our eyelashes icy tingling,
And we can no longer feel our toes…but,
It is all worth it, and we will long remember
When someone built a bonfire out of tires.
written November 29, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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