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