On Dead Sled Hill
On Dead Sled Hill
I sit stone still,
Smelling the thrill
When I choose Go!
I’m fit to ride
This mountain slide
Without a guide
To howls below.
I don’t need wheels!
My dream’s so real,
I’ll never feel
The cold winds blow.
I’m not too shy,
Not scared to die.
I’m set to fly!
I just need snow.
© 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
Excellent, excellent poem, Liz! Love your use of the rhupunt form. I’m a huge fan of sleddding. Nice work!
Steven Withrow
We need snow here, too! Our sleds are sitting in the garage, lonely.
Your poem makes me long for snow and sledding.
Umm-you surprised me! We’ve had some sledding time here in Denver, but it’s the mountains who need more. Sledding brings forth the adventurer in all of us, doesn’t it?
Nice! New word of the day for me: rhupunt! Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing. No snow in this part of the world, though, sadly.
for us new englanders who have been snow-free this winter reading your poem made me realize what’s been missing: kids and the excitement of sledding. it just hasn’t happened, and all the stores with their unsold sleds and skimmers…
rhupunt’s new to me as well! new thoughts and a new word, nicely done.
I’m happy to hear you enjoyed the poem.
Still wishing for snow,
Liz
Fun poem, and you’ve educated one more person on the rhupunt form. Wonder where that word came from?
I, also, never heard of a rhupunt. I enjoyed yours.