Some folks celebrate Christmas in July, so why not sledding in August. I thought this bit of nostalgia might compensate for the midsummer heat we all seem to be experiencing.
There was a time when
Roads were built around buildings
Making Sledding fun
Afternoon snowmelt freezes
Kids in parkas sailed down the hill
Temperatures falling
No one seemed to mind the cold
Pulling sleds uphill
Riding in the full moon’s light
No technology needed
Great fun and fresh air
Mama’s calling from the porch
“It’s time to come in!”
Children slept soundly // dreaming
Of “No School!” and sled riding
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Photo of Road winding around Snavely Mill: Dwight L. Roth
