Sledding
We're all bundled up 'gainst the chill,
Ready for speed and a thrill,
We've pulled on our boots,
And our comfy snow suits,
Now we're ready to take on the hill!
We five trudge out into the snow,
Each with a blue sled in tow,
The snow's up to our knees
And it's frosted the trees,
Laughing, we've not far to go!
We're headed just across the yard,
Frosted white like an ol' Christmas card.
We'll build a jump here,
With hopes we can steer,
As big brother packs the snow down hard.
The sun peeks through clouds in the sky.
On a sled, my wee sister speeds by!
We trudge back to the top,
We don't want to stop ...
So glad the hill's only thigh-high!
In this time-warp snapshot, my cousin Megan and my brother, Joshua have made a Morgan-sandwich. My baby sis, Allison, stands guard at the top of the hill and little cousin Corrine is either coming up or headed back down!
We three are ready to careen down the hill, soar over the jump and (hopefully) land in the fluffy snow there at the bottom. Now let me pan back a bit so you get the whole effect:
Different snapshot, same yard. Here my sister and I are standing proudly next to our Oblio and Arrow snow creations ... inspired by hours of listening to The Point. To the right of me and the dog, where the picture is cut off, you can just see the crest of The Hill. Mount Kilimanjaro it was not. In reality is was simply a berm along an irrigation ditch. In my mind's eye, it was more.
It was a winter wonderland.
Winter Wonderland
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight.
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.
Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
Until the alligators knock him down.
When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Growing up in that little house in town with the vast tundra of winteriness stretching out beyond, I did a lot of dreaming. (And a probably my fair share of conspiring!) In the midst of childhood, my future was a crisp white canvas. What fun to imagine what life would be like!What would I be when I grew up?
Where would I live?
Who would I marry?
There is great comfort in walking alongside Jesus, dreaming about life and facing unafraid the plans that He's made.
Walking in a winter/spring/summer/fall wonderland!
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Prompt #5 ~ Write a poem about a snow memory.
I remember The Point! And oh, how I'm giggling at your snow creations.
ReplyDeleteGreat post! And Winter Wonderland is my favorite wintery song. I like how you brought the post around to Jesus!
ReplyDeleteOh, WOW! That snow is INSANE. In the south we don't ever get snow like that. We'll get ice, but our snow is maybe ankle deep and dirty.
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