Snow Rush
Posted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009
by David Pekrul
As an adult, I no longer like the snow as I used to, but childhood memories of fun in the snow are still sweet.
Snow Rush
As we travelled downhill,
On a sled made by our dear ol' Dad,
It was twenty below,
As we played in the snow,
'Twas the best time that we ever had. Making forts from ice-blocks,
Till we froze our wet socks,
And our fingers were numb to the bone,
We just wanted to play;
We could stay there all day,
But our mother would call us all home.
And then we would sit,
And warm our cold hands by the fire,
We would dream of the day,
When we'd once again play,
Just thinking of what would transpire.
Those days are now done,
And I miss them, each one,
I just hope that my kids feel the same,
As they travel downhill,
On a sled with a thrill,
Being children; just playing a game.
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Ah, yes, we grew up in Minnesota - which is now why Colorado (NON-sky areas) is the closest I venture and we live there. MarijoSounds like me. I live only one hour drive from Banff, Alberta and hardly ever go into the mountains.That was supposed to read non-SKI areas - we hike in the mountains and live at 8600 feet but are in a "rain shadow" with 4 mountains around us and it prevents a bunch of the white stuff from landing in our yard.... except the year our neighbor had a 12 foot drift between her bard and house.... oops... Marijo
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