Long Toboggans Poems
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They said we’d have snow and, by God, they were right
I’m told that it came down just after midnight
But systems in place and procedures pre-planned
Meant our society could make a stand
They’ve closed all the schools and they’ve cancelled the trains
They’ve banned all the buses from tight country lanes
And all the armed forces are still on standby
While shops have toboggans piled up to the sky
Motorbike riders keep feet near the ground
For fear that black ice they can’t see spins them round
The soup kitchens sprang into life at great speed
So hungry and half frozen people can feed
The snowploughs have been out on duty all night
People took comfort at that very sight
And some will take refuge in local church halls
So we’ll be prepared when that second flake falls
Winter! What beauty and pureness unfold
Snow so white, falling like the rain in spring
While some embrace this, others say it’s cold
But this is the season to have a great fling
Dancing and eating, come friends, lets sing
Everywhere the sound of snow bells ringing
Children peeping out the window lips stuck to the pane
Front yards decked with snowmen, icicles dripping
Pull out the snow sleds and toboggans lets go insane
Lets forget about the season when we had wind and rain
Lovers walking to the café, hand in hand
All bundled up, knee high boots, scarves around the neck
Soft and gentle music playing by the in-house band
Nice and cozy on the inside empty chairs on the deck
Her cheeks all rosy, he cups her face and on her lips plants a peck
For 'Welcoming Winter' contest by Carol Brown
Childhood Friends
When I was about nine or ten
I had a friend called John back then.
And in the winter deep with snow
On our toboggans we would go.
Then down the steep and slippery hill
We sped and screamed at the thrill.
Then Graham came and brought his steed
Speeding downhill at excessive speed.
And in our minds we were King Arthur’s men
And on a charge to victory then.
Waving swords of sticks of wood
We made great slaughter to preserve the good.
Until brave Sir Graham, an illustrious knight,
Hit a tree stump and caused great fright.
And so an ambulance had to come
And somebody ran to tell his mum.
His mum, the Lady Edith of high birth,
Came and showed but little mirth.
Sir John, who had with honour fought
Went home both tired and overwrought.
And with Merlin’s brew of ginger bear
Brave Sir Graham’s wounds did disappear.
And we hoped that on another day
There would be snow in which to play.
Barry Stebbings
10/19/2020
Our winter weather is highly unpredictable
Jack frost often paints frosty ferns on our windows, but we seldom get any snow
Occasionally we get a flurry but it rarely stays on the ground
However, I vividly recall the winter of 2013
It was the first time I purchased thermal underwear!
Gale force winds blew snow into blinding blizzard conditions
Snow fell in such copious amounts it took everyone by surprise
It was the heaviest snowfall recorded in fifty years!
Huge snowdrifts towered up to ten feet in places and they caused chaos
Roads were totally impassable and whole villages were cut off
Little lambs and sheep had no chance and thousands perished
Shop shelves were soon emptied as no supplies could get through
Overhead power lines got damaged and people were without electricity
Yet everyone pulled together to help out those in need
The only ones that were happy were the school kids
All the schools were closed and the children could have fun outdoors
Colossal snowmen appeared in many gardens
Tea trays were used as sledges and toboggans on the snow clad hills
The snow is long gone… but the memories will always remain
My Winter Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
11-26-17
We had missed five days in
The last two weeks
Due to the ice and snow.
Roads and streets had been impassable—
Freezing rain, blowing snow and black ice.
We started the day late at 10 am.
I greeted them at the doors—
Worried about attendance.
But, ninety-five percent made it.
Fantastic!
They were wrapped in hooded jackets
And wore toboggans with rainbow colors.
Mothers had stuffed them with oatmeal,
Hotcakes and sausage.
One carried chocolate milk
And powdered sugar donuts,
Along with tousled hair and a big smile.
I was glad they made it.
We didn’t need to lose another
Day of instruction.
The day went smoothly, too.
In spite of the frigid cold that pushed
The mercury down to two degrees.
Frozen feet tracked salted snow
Onto brightly buffed tiles.
One carried an icicle two foot long—
I convinced him it would keep outside.
Then came lunch.
The short day was ready made for
Corn dogs and sloppy Joes—
A menu that might have been invented
By kindergarteners.
But they hardly touched either one.
Today they served
Golden Meadow Orange Dream Bars—
A dessert that was surely made in Heaven.
Ice cream on the coldest day of the year.
And the February freeze was forgotten.
The orange circled smiles of kinders
Beamed a warmth from within,
Making the remainder of the day brighter,
Marking an end to winter.
Time recorded my memories of youth
when winter felt magical and much more.
I was oblivious to the cold truth;
and with snow skis strapped to my feet, I'd soar.
Come Christmas, I'd write Santa a letter
while my mom hung a wreath on our front door.
And homemade snow cones tasted much better
than popsicles purchased from any store.
Winter was a time to look forward to,
a time to build snow forts and slide down hills.
And snowball fights were a fun thing to do,
like riding toboggans or taking spills.
Yesterdays weren't frightened of tomorrow,
my innocence knew nothing of sorrow.
Steel angle-iron dates back ninety years,
the tower rises by a mirrored lake,
up top a ramp, like ski jumps, does appear,
sloping down to the shore without a break.
The lake is frozen flat by winter’s grip,
in some spots thick enough to drive a car,
and young people all around make the trip,
with tourists from hotels that are not far.
They climb the steps built on the ramp’s right side,
with blankets, sleds, toboggans old and new,
down the ramp in a rush the people slide,
joyous cries adding to the happy views.
For tens of yards across the ice they skid,
jump back in line to fly once more like kids.
I watch feather light snowflakes float down to the ground
they land so delicately; they hardly make any sound
by evening a blanket of wintry white is all around
The weather forecast confirms that winter is finally here
I see children having fun, I hear them whoop and cheer;
they are wrapped up snug and warm in their winter gear
making giant snowmen with the first snow of the year.
Spruce trees have a frosting of wonderful winter white
Nature’s beauty surrounds us it is a glorious sight
a robin lands upon a twig, it brings me such delight
as it roosts for a while then suddenly takes flight.
Deep soft snow has fallen and people must take care
We should visit elderly neighbours and should be aware
that some can’t get to shops so provisions we must share
and we can do their shopping as they rest in their armchair.
The temperature has dropped I can feel its bitter chill
Little children do not mind as they play out on the hill
they whizz on their toboggans it gives them such a thrill
as I observe them having such fun from my windowsill
I watch feather light snowflakes float down to the ground
Rhyme time III contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
12/25/17
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.