Makes me homesick.
Homesick--not for home and family,
But for six and my new, blue sled.
Bright blue it was--
And weren't we a pair?
Me, in my red snowsuit,
You, in your brown coveralls--
Looking very pastorly
Sliding down the hill
In your gold sock hat.
The hat that matched the sled--
The hat that always found its way
To our lop-sided snowmen--
The hat that you're always wearing
When I remember that day--
The day we sledded--
Behind the church,
Beneath the highway,
For the last time in Ohio.
--Kari Yerton
12/2003
(My niece and nephew with my old sled)
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