Best Sled Poems
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.
I was looking at the starry sky
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.
I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.
I could watch a super nova
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays,
And marvel at planetary rings
As I toured the milky way.
I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled.
Winters in Kansas have deep snow
One Christmas my "Bro" and I got
A present given to us both
Which then it seemed happened a lot!
It was an orange plastic sled
But we thought about a cool stunt
Using cardboard and some stiff wire
We made a cover for the front
It looked like an orange slipper
But for action we had a thirst
With a coin toss my "Bro" took off
We thought why not go down head first!
Half way down he lost his control
It flipped, rolled and gave us a scare
Then finally spun to a stop
With snow sticking out everywhere!
Standing up he shook off the snow
He said struggling not to cry,
"It was like being in a car wreck!"
I said, "Cool, now I'm going to try!"
Wind whipped his face, the dogs, they ran
Across bleak-white ice and snow,
Paid in cash by Rand McCorchoran
To Dawson, he would go.
Delivering mail, medicine, and booze
To a town still on the grow,
Earning tips from richer folk
Prospectors flush with gold
But the briefest hint of red arose
Catching his cold glance,
Broke the passage of the miles
Broke the driver’s trance.
The slight trail, it followed them
Like tiny, reddened ants.
It ran along up to the dogs
Stopping at old Nance.
The husky whined, and looked to him
Her body gaunt and thin,
From nine long years here at his side
Through toil, frost, and sin.
From countless scrapes and brouhahas
Saving each other’s skin
He no longer saw his favorite sight:
Nance’s toothy, husky grin.
He sighed aloud and cursed the world
Knowing what should be done.
He shed his gloves and searched a pack,
There finding his old gun.
His hand it trembled at the thought,
Thinking to distant dawns
When he and Nance took on the word
Back when it had all begun.
With just one dog at his side,
And a rifle worn and old
They marched up north, to try their luck
To seek out Yukon gold.
He’d found no ore out in the wild
But Nance, so proud and bold
Showed him how to carve a life
From the endless ice and cold.
The gun it slipped into his belt,
He could not even pretend
That he could even point it al
His oldest, truest friend.
He brought of Nance up on the sled,
And the others he did send
They raced to Dawson seven strong,
This would not be her end.
hillside
cold, white
snowing, running, sledding
ice, plastic, bone, blood,
thawing, melting, flowing
warm, red,
hospital
Santa’s Silent Sled
Santa's silent sled slid slowly over the soft snow
Over the soft snow Santa's silent sled slowly slid.
If the soft snow on which Santa slid his slow sled
Melted, how would Santa slowly slide his silent sled?
11/19/2007
For Alliteration Poetry Contest
by Joseph May
I was looking at the starry night
When past a comet sped.
Oh, how I wished I could
Attach to it a sled.
I'd hurtle through the universe
Such things would I see,
Planets never seen before
And distant galaxies.
I could watch a super nova,
Dodge pulsars cosmic rays
And marvel at planetary rings,
As I toured the milky way.
I could fly through a nebula
As on and on I sped,
Then shoot off to infinity,
Aboard my celestial sled.
When snowflakes fall, the sleds come out
As children run and jump and shout
With boots and scarves and runny noses
(Also mittens, one supposes)
Frolicking in fresh white snow,
Their rosy cheeks and smiles a’glow.
Can anything make winter’s case
Like joy on any toddler’s face
As, in his new boots, he’s astride
His shiny sled for that first ride?
It’s messy, yes, and cold and wet
But no one watching, I would bet,
Would trade that winter glee he’s got
To live where weather’s always hot.
Winter knocking at my door bringing its presence
Trees boughs drooping with weight of its omnipresent
Crystal flakes glide down from heaven unspoiled and white
Very quietly alight in the silent night
Noses and cheeks left frozen with its crimson touch
Our knees knocking and teeth chattering they won’t hush
With its ambiance brought considerable fun
Sleds are out for a straight downhill slide to outrun
Sparky our dog chases behind, then steals the sled
He said, “It is my turn now!” Speeds and leads instead
We all took chase with bouts of giggling and loud shouts
“Come back, Sparky, with our sled or no more handouts!”
Ragamuffins sweet whispers, kisses, and good-nights
Warm and cozy for the night, dreams of snowball fights
12/29/2016
Sponsored By: Broken Wings
Contest Name: Form C
Steep hill
Great thrill
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
We lived in Charleston, West Virginia high up on a hill;
I wanted a Christmas present on which I’d catch some thrills.
Wooden slats anchored to curved blades of crimson red;
My fingers were crossed - Santa would bring a Red Flyer sled.
A rope in the handle bars to pull it up the mountain side,
I’ll wax down each metal blade to help make sure that it glides.
Snow we have a plenty up on the mountain top;
Laying on my tummy, dragging feet to make it stop.
You push on the handle piece in an attempt to make it steer,
But gravity is in control of that it is quickly clear.
You sled all day and then thaw out by the burning fire,
Thanking Santa and his elves for the new Red Flyer.
A sleepy little girl once said
she’d like to stay at home in bed
they said she’d miss the fun
with sledding just begun
so she jumped up quickly instead
once an aged cab driver named fred
whose snout shined very dainty red
got a call from a bar
placing an elf in car
making him escort santa's sled
Used HMS.COM / 8-8-6-6-8
and RZ.COM
Written: November 27, 2022
A Funny Christmas or December
Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
On the night before Christmas got here,
Santa relapsed, got into the beer.
You might think he’s a saint;
after twelve, though, he ain’t.
On a rampage, he shot up the deer.
Only Rudolph did make an escape;
the elves bandaged him up with some tape.
To get out of the mess,
they called up UPS,
“Can Brown please get us out of this scrape?”
Now the judge found him guilty for cause;
gave him jail time, not one of those spas.
Locked him up till October
or until he got sober.
Because he was a dependent Claus…
So its sled dead..Ahead!
E V's get ice'd with outage
The tortoise smiles long.'