Journal 22

It was a very cold and snowy day
Outside, the mountains asked to be plowed down.
The schools were out and kids were ready to play
Every kid went sledding from every town.

The hills were packed and the snow was very clean.
It was a dream, to go down the huge hill.
The hills looked fun but also very mean.
No matter the looks it would be a thrill.

Every kid was lining up to start
One kid was in fear but had a big smile.
They wanted their sled to be like a dart.
All he knew is that it would be worth while.

He was next and he was ready to sled,
The sheer joy that it would bring to his face
He was just hoping he would not be dead
He was acting like it would be a race.

He was up and started off like a bang
It was him, his sled, and the mountain now
He was racing kids like they were a gang
He beat the kids down and he took a bow.

He won and he was absolutely thrilled.
He had so much fun on that snowy day
He was excited that he was not killed
He wished that every day he could play.