Long Sledding Poems
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Kids can never have their fill
Of sledding down a snowy hill
And naturally, our local place
Was packed with families who embrace
The city life and came prepared
To romp in spaces to be shared.
Their bright toboggans let them slide,
Enjoying extra time outside,
When normally, they’d be in class
Until the school day hours would pass.
Today, though, lessons would be taught
On Zoom, so every student ought
To be home staring at a screen
Which isn’t part of their routine.
So many bailed, I’d have to guess,
Based on the joy none could suppress.
These snowy days are very rare
And therefore, it is only fair
That every child who has the chance
Grabs all the fun that Nature grants.
I took seventeen girl scouts sledding on January 21st, 1979,
But I only went down on the sled twice.
You don’t remember that!
Yes, I do.
No, you don’t!
Yes, I really really really really really do.
To make these really’s totally effective you have to stick out your tongue at the end of this.
You do NOT remember THIS DATE after 38 years.
Yes, I do.
How do you remember it? Was it your birthday?
No.
Was it someone else’s birthday?
No.
My husband is exasperated by now, because
We are ruining the ending of his T.V. Show.
He yells in from the living room,
“She had Susie the very next day!”
Susie, our third baby, is a girl scout troop leader for two girl scout troops
And that my friends, is what I call Serendipity.
No snow this year oh where could it be,
It’s been raining and hailing no white for the tree.
The grass is turning green,
The flowers are growing,
It’s almost Christmas and still it’s not snowing.
The birds are chirping and flying about,
The kids are going to school no cancellations they shout.
The water is warm,
The temperature is eighty,
Its Christmas eve and its hotter than hatties.
Santa is out flying around,
But he can’t land with snow on the ground.
No sledding no rolling no drifting of snow,
No snowmen or skiing just nowhere to go.
Tornadoes and inches upon inches of rain,
No snow this year we are all going insane.
No freezing or sneezing no catching a cold,
No burning no heat from the wood stove.
No blizzards or snowmen boots on the feet,
Like I said before,
Its eighty we cant stand the heat.
No scraping, no defrosting, the ground isnt froze,
No skating or ice fishing, just the blossoming of a rose.
Its Christmas I think but I could be wrong,
I look out my window and wonder where Christmas has gone!!!!
Buttered pancakes, hot cocoa, cinnamon sticks,
Knitted neck shawls, all buttoned up jackets, "Phew,"
Some are ice skating, or skiing, and sledding,
~~"Ohh Little...," is sung,
Fabric weaves hills of ivory silk frosting,
Spilling streams of cream, pouring milk all astir,
Grizzlies, snoring, un-grizzled hibernal eve,
~~day's sun soon freezes,
Night has fallen ... sleep for some while others aren't,
Stars found a place for dangling nighttime twinkles,
Classic moon balm tryst desires, tarries sunrise,
~~hourglass sands sun soon.
MY WINTER
Prepared for this cold winter?
Tree fronds hang their heads,
flashing lights hang tight.
Bowed and bollixed presents —
depressed. The absence of
a merry Spring — the empty nest.
Emotions chill, shiver...
Turtlenecks without hugs.
The whiteout of snow —
knees shovel the heavy load.
Deleterious decorations,
keepsakes of holiday romance —
kids sledding and cutting cookies,
hot chocolate and kindled laughter.
Icicles cling like burs
to my dendrites,
stinging my eyes.
Yet, jingle bells soon ring,
with Nor’easter winds —
grandchildren chill for a season.
and with chattering teeth, I grin.
11/19/2017
Viv Wigley’s My Winter Contest
With a resourceful and older brother,
My early childhood was so much fun,
Such as being drawn in his red wagon,
And sledding in the late winter sun!
When I was just learning how to read,
I had to choose the only book I could,
And sitting in the sunset, I prettied,
As everything awash in radiance should!
How Dick and Jane laughed in the rain!
Playing with Spot and Sally and Puff;
Bright blossoms found their new domain,
And there could never again be enough!
Homemade kites, marbles, and sunbeams,
And wintry snowmen with button eyes;
The scene was set for lifelong dreams,
Like the endless quest of butterflies!
Such fun I had with my very first book,
In the barely fluent, nursery rhyme days,
Under the pink clouds in my emerald nook,
That fruitfully abounded in golden rays!
The sledding and the skating in ‘63;
the sugar cookies frosted green and red;
the stringing popcorn with my family
and going anxiously that Eve to bed.
The gift exchange when relatives would meet.
Some traveled far to Grandma's little town.
The feast and seeing cousins such a treat!
We stayed and played until the sun went down.
The program at our church where all took part.
Our flock was small but talent did not lack.
The joyous songs; before we would depart ;
the glorious sweets dispensed from Santa's sack!
No holiday to come could be as dear
as when I was a child in my eighth year!
For the "Christmas Past, Present or Future" Poetry contest of Kelly Deschler
(This was also the year my mother met my stepdad and we became a family of 9 instead of 5. A standout year, but also reminiscent of many of my childhood years at Christmas time in Iowa. With so many dear relatives now passed on, the past would be my time I would choose to revisit.)
Two pairs of pants, three pairs of socks, a pair of boots.
Welcome to winter.
Snow pants make me look fat, I will not wear them.
My hoodie is not warm enough; my face is all red.
Welcome to winter.
Where is the other mitten? My favorite pair. One is gone.
Lost out of my pocket.
Welcome to winter.
Everyone is coughing. Flu is rampant. People are mean.
Welcome to winter.
Children are laughing. Catching snowflakes with their faces.
Licking their lips sore. Chapping their faces.
Welcome to winter.
Children are sledding, bumping into each other, rolling like puppies,
Smashing their fingers, and laughing.
Losing their mittens, and not noticing.
Their hands are all red.
They refuse to go in.
They have never had so much fun!
Delight is on their faces.
Welcome to winter.
Brother, I can't do this, the twists and turns of betrayal
I hoped to see you again, as you reached out after 20 years
- I still want to -
I remember our sledding, our rubix cube fun, our playing in the sun
I remember the peacock feather, your stuffed tiger with green eyes
I remember the Malibu you let me use, the court incident later
The first time I saw you cry and.thankful I was alive, then
But, as the truth was spoken later and you changed growing up,
it turned into a spectrum of ongoing sly actions hurting me
You were always standing by the people who did harm
Falling into brainwashing that it was me, the blacksheep,
that disrupted the family and caused all the problems
How? From speaking the truth! Yes, speaking the truth!
I did not harm any of you, in fact I had empathy for all you endured
Then came the betrayal, the loss, the sneaky games for years
The conniving people destroyed our special relationship
- Now, how is it to be re-built? -
When there are no apologies, no discussion of these things
Only expectations for me to be fine, as if nothing happened
I am haunted by when I had cancer and you didn't care if I died
When I survived, your reply was, " you just keep on going don't you" ?
That annoyed response you had burned inside me wondering how it can be?
My truth was your worst enemy and I seemed to be so too!
I am sorry the truth hurts so much and I chose to heal
Now, I can't snap my fingers, see you, especially when it's not one on one
And pretend as if none of this happened, the very root of all the problems!
Yet, here I sit, still missing our good old times, wanting to see you
Heidi Sands
5/8/25
(C)opyright
The snowflakes are falling on my nose and my face.
I now think back to my special place.
I remember the times that I was so young.
We played in the snow and it was pure fun.
Laying and laughing making angels in snow.
Running and falling, getting wet to the bone.
Snowballs rolled as big as the house.
Snowmen all dressed with family and spouse.
Sledding and falling off of the sled.
Crying to Mom, showing bumps on our head.
Snowballing Dad when he pulled in the drive.
Running like crap when he returned our fire.
Dad`s snowballs really burned when they hit.
Mom would yell out, having a fit.
Ice skating when we wandered down to the lake.
Eating icicles that formed on the house.
Mom calling us in to get warm for a bit.
Yummy Hot Chocolate..Mom made with Love.
Times that I treasure and will never forget.
Look out the window.........
Is it Snowing yet???
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