A love was born in Newfoundland
For a wonderful winter thrill.
As a brothers and sisters band
We would trek to our favorite hill.
With toboggan in tow behind
And a forward lean in the wind,
We braved the elements unkind
To launch freezing runs for the win!
Our thrill was called Suicide Hill
Where the locals who dared would go.
With the chance of boredom nil
We lined up and flew through the snow.
Our cheeks red as roses in bloom
And hands frozen curled 'round the rope
Time and again, we'd all make room
And board the toboggan once more.
smiles drawn in red
joy sprinkled, jokes spread
no one left guilt-fed
road wide ahead
minutes pass with the wind
a dream with no end?
fictions created in the mind
an awful ache that grinds the mind
a fever dream she sees
she can feel the breeze
yet it causes her to freeze
held back by dark beliefs
from the dark she’s almost blind
till a violent flare of some kind
twists the signals in her mind
her fever dream refined
red, as in blood, is treading
stares burning, gossip spreading
the terror and guilt she’s dreading
is where she’s heading
with no brakes to stop her sledding
This is a sight that is rarely seen
witch and her familiar sledding on Halloween
the snow had been heavy, then turned to ice
They went up and down the snow hill not once, but twice
We should be flying, but the sky is so cold!
Black Kit her familiar gave a hiss that was gold
Maybe we will trick-or-treat and stay on the ground.
They slid down the snow hill twice more, their sled flipping around.
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.
almost no one has a sledding hill like mine
once you get started, you keep going fast and, in a line,
It is actually my driveway, a hill about hundred feet long
you can sled clear to the fence line before things go wrong
When you get to that last tree, try to throw yourself off the sled
if you keep going, you might end up hurt like Cousin Fred.
Aqua blue sled
Thumpity thump thump thump
Children laugh with glee
Thank heavens for air conditioning
Bumpity bump bump bump
Wheeeee!
Mom mirrors masterpiece The Scream
Declares, “This shall not be forgotten!”
Dad pleads his case,
“But, I put a mattress on the bottom.”
Peaceful is the dusk
When snow is softly falling
And ruby sun's just faded
Snowy hills beckon
to eager ones, sledding soon
in the gladsome days of youth!
Written on 1/8/2023
For: Winter Sedoka Poetry
Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Sledding snowman twirling the snow so high
Flecks fly up in the air, nearly reaching the sky
Winter wizened wonders willing a western wind
Frozen lake front gives snowman the urge to begin.
On a large sledding hill, he does loops and twirls
The children watching are amazed at his swirls
If I catch him, he’ll be in my hot chocolate says one.
Asks another, “How on earth can that be any fun?”
laughter of children
playing in the winter’s snow
seasonal delight,
bundled up in heavy coats
sledding down the steep hillside.
Written December 5, 2022
Perfect sledding snow fell last night,
Children woke to a ground of white
Mid-March, of course, a novel sight,
Quickly they bundled up real tight
For a fine day of pure delight.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written March 12, 2022
[Quintilla/Monorhyme]
submitted to "Bite Size Poem No. 40" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
bright azure blue sky
cold, crisp air circulating
snow lies crustily
winter resists death struggle
no stopping boys sleigh riding
written January 23, 2022
entered "Bite Size No. 33" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
winter wonderland
pulls the dog sleigh at full speed -
thermos with hot drink
06/01/2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Sledding with her cousins every year
Reminding her that Christmas is near
She races up and down hills with a sled
Dreams of Christmas cookies in her head
Sweet dreams that night in her toasty bed
Christmas memories with her cousin Ned
Someone built a blazing bonfire out of tires
At the crest of the hill between the villages,
And we have come here to ride our sleds
The mile and a half to the bottom of old 60,
On the solid sheet of ice over packed snow
Two trips down and up, and we are frozen,
Our noses red, our eyelashes icy tingling,
And we can no longer feel our toes…but,
It is all worth it, and we will long remember
When someone built a bonfire out of tires.
written November 29, 2021
In Alaska they make crazy weddings
Participants endure some rough sledding
Bride and groom pledge to be true
In a large, freezing igloo
Consummation requires extra bedding
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