Wheee-eee-eee
There is a sound
that starts
deep in my belly.
Works its way
up to my chest,
then in a gush,
blows the top
of f my head.
It is the sound
I scream
as my sled
slides quickly
down the hill.
Wind
burns my cheeks
eyes water.
It is wild,
exciting,
fun,
Wheee-eee-eee!
Do you ride a sled, snow ski, ice skate? What winter activities do you like to do? Can you write a poem about it? Stay warm and have fun.
Hi Joy!
ReplyDeleteHere is my poem about tubing. I don't actually do it all that much. So I had to dig back into some memories!
Snow-Tubing
Spinning, sliding, getting dizzy
round and round I go
speeding faster, wind is whipping
freezing - nose to toe
Grandpa's calling, "supper's ready!"
last run down the hill
catching air, I touch the sky
my favorite winter thrill!
Donna,
ReplyDeleteThis is an excellent poem. It captures the fun of slipping down a hill at light speed. What fun.
Thank you for sharing your poem.