Street Skiing
Early one Christmas morning, many years ago,
after the earth received a new blanket of fresh fallen snow,
and while the day was still dark and new, Wondering why
did our Big Brother wake us? we didn't have a clue.
Hands gripping tailgate
Ski upon the ice and snow
happily we'd go
7/1/2020
Copyright © Mary Taylor | Year Posted 2020
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