Up the hill we climb <br />The old sled in tow <br />Snow flakes pepper my coat <br />As up the hill we go <br />Leaving footprints in the snow <br />They remind us where we've been <br />The trees have shed their leaves <br />No secrets to hide within <br />We stop at the top <br />Set ourselves to go <br />With a push of our feet <br />We're zooming over the snow <br />Past the footsteps laid <br />Past a path not yet worn <br />Veering left <br />Veering right <br />Hands covered in mittens <br />Frost bitten nose <br />Flying high <br />Adrenaline pumps wild in my veins <br />Over bumps <br />And spots of ice <br />When we stop <br />We really just make room <br />To start again<br /><br />Kelsi Brockway<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sledding-3/
