The Sledding Hill Challenge

The Sledding Hill Challenge

We headed to the hilltop,
A slippery run, it was nonstop.
Snow was compact and dense.
Looking down the hill, it was immense.

Off we went as daring pilots.
Gathering speed, we were aeronauts.
A crisp, cold, breeze blast our faces.
We were unaware of any noises.

Suddenly, a snowball did lambaste.
We did our best the pelting, we outraced.
Straining to avoid any damage,
Our goal, strive for constant courage.

Sled was dashing and darting downward.
Jaws chimed and chattered.
Our tongues tasted fresh falling snow.
The ride felt as if flung from a crossbow.

That was a day for all to cherish.
At the end of the ride cheeks were reddish.
Fingers, hands and faces frozen from exposure.
It was late in the day, time for a breather.

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