Sled

1953
Winter snow
Covers the gentle
Slope I push my sled
A Red Rider forward then
Glide along pushing the handle
Right or left wooden slats on
A metal frame fast on snow
But useful to haul items
By pulling the rope
A sled I am proud
To use my wet
Mittens icy
Cold but
Too
Much fun
To stay inside.
My sled tracks lead
Into the falling snow but
Always back to my warm home.
Now my sled is my imagination
Carrying me into the cold
Gray ice and snow
Then home
To write
Poems
Sip
Hot tea
Snuggle
Under covers
Dream of speeding
Bumping over the snow.