Daily Journal #22

All of the kids love to play in the snow

They wake up to the blinding sparkling white

They run down the stairs and get ready to go

They put on their coats to prevent the bite

They rush out of the door into the wind

They go to grab their worn out beaten sleds

They go to find the hill with the big bend

The snow falls gently on their wool capped heads

Their small hearts pound in their chest as they run

They reach the spot they had been searching for

Now at the top, they shoot off like a gun

They hit a bump and know they will be sore

But they keep going and going all day

Up then down, and then back up to the top

They do not notice the sky has turned grey

They notice the change in time; time to stop

Their fingers and toes have no more feeling

They have slowly been chilled deep to the bone

Now it’s back to the warmth for its healing

They walk into the door and hear the phone

Now it’s time for the hot chocolate

Warming themselves deep in their soft bedding

Feeling happy finding the thrill they sought

Looking forward to more days of sledding