Blue Boy

I had  a sled that grandpa made;

It meant the world to me.

With wooden bed and runners,

A beauty for all to see.

I pulled it to the op of a hill

When the snow was soft and new

'Twas the envy of all my friends,

With its bold new coat of blue.

How many hours of winter

Did I spend upon that sled,

Bundled warm in my snowsuit

With a scarf upon my head!

When I see the sleds of my children,

Streamlined, with metal bright,

I dream again of "Blue Boy"

And that snowy hill, with delight.

I know they'd call it old-fashioned,

But if I had it once more, here,

I'd race them down the hill again

And win, with a mighty cheer.

Many like the new ones,

With varnished wood and chrome,

But give me my old "Blue Boy"

And snow on the hill back home.

~ Shirley Sallay