One more quick run down the slope
The snow lay dense upon the ground.
The air was cold and wet.
With flurries swirling all around,
we’d have more inches yet.
I pulled my collar closer still
and tried to warm my face.
I trudged up higher on the hill
but couldn’t keep the pace.
We had been sledding all day long;
I was so tired and beat.
I knew that something else was wrong -
I couldn’t feel my feet.
But snow like this was such a hope.
We had to make it last.
Just one more quick run down the slope
and then we’d head home fast.
Sliding, gliding down the hill,
Slicing like a knife.
Yelling out to break the still,
we hung on for dear life.