With Sled in Tow

 

 It's Wintertime! The snow comes down

On country lanes, on streets in town;

With dazzling coats of pristine white

It blankets everything in sight;

 

And takes me back so long ago

When leaden skies brought our first snow

We raced to slopes of nearby hills

And with delight took our spills

 

And sledded 'til the sun went down

Behind the mountains far from town.

Then in the evening's afterglow,

We plodded home, our sleds in tow.

 

I'll dream a dream of wintry eve

When I shall take my sled and leave

 My fireside warmth for childhood thrills

On snow-clad slopes of nearby hills.

 

And Winter comes with its first snow -

I'll be a child with sled in tow.

 

~ Henry W. Gurley