Journal #22 Sledding Poem

I love to go sledding with my best friend.

We went to the park that was full of snow.

We started at the top of the big hill,

And waited til it was our turn to go

The snow that covered the big hill was white.

It looked like diamonds in the moonlit sky.

As our turn to go sled finally comes

We race toward the end, and end with a tie.

 I in my hat and my gloves and my scarf,

am warm from the frigid air of the night.

The hill such a mass, the climb was quite hard.

Trying not to fall was such a big fright.

When we reached the top all over again, 

we sat there and watched as the others went.

Then stood up and cheered as they reached the end,

 then it was our turn to start our descent.

We went fast down the hill and started again.

The excitement of sledding never did end.

Our hands and our faces were numb and cold.

All of the snow- hills, yes we did tend.

The memories of sledding never fade

We sled til the night turned to the day.

We we did get home we laid in our bed.

We are tired of winter, we want may!