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.
Copyright © Dawne Zacharias | Year Posted 2019
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