The Sledding Hill

The hill was steep,

The snow was light,

Mud and sticks,

Oh, what a sight.

"Let's try to sled!"

We all said.

The first to try

The deathly ramp

Was our cousin Matt,

Who lived with us.

He flew down the hill

With nothing to lose.

So, we soon followed

In pursuit.

At top speed

We sped, oh, the thrill

Of racing hearts,

And winter's chill.

Over and over again

We flew down that

Deadly track.

Then it happened,

Our cousin went sailing

Off his sled into the air.

We screamed in pain,

"Are you okay?"

As we watched him land

On a pile of logs.

He rolled off the pile

Into a ball.

Down we ran

As fast as we could.

"I'll be fine!"

He managed to grunt.

Mom was told the story,

And banded the hill for life.

written by Evelyn Creon