Sledding is such a glorious thing,
Something you can't do in the spring.
Only in winter, at this time of year
When the snow is falling and the air is clear.
If there is enough snow,
And, of course, enough friends,
We'll be sledding down hills
Until the day ends.
Down, down we go,
'Til it's time to go in.
We'll remember this forever,
And tell the story to our kin.
The joys of sledding
Will never be forgotten,
For the it is such a nice memory,
The opposite of rotten.
Sledding is so fun
For all the girls and boys,
We have to wear snow suits
To save our corduroys.
I will miss the winter
When spring is coming near,
Even though we have no snow,
I may shed a tear.
The meter was a little iffy at times, but I still really like the poem.
ReplyDeleteYou really used good words to tie the sentences in with each other to make them all fit and rhyme. I like how you also talk about telling your sledding stories to your kids.
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