Look at the weather its starting to snow,
If it settles a sledging we will go, go, go.
Climbing up the hill with sledge in hand,
In the white fluffy cold snowy wonderland.
Top of the steep hill on the sledge we climb
Ride this big hill the very first time.
Down the hill we gather speed,
Noses and cheeks red with the cold freeze.
Screaming as we travel fast down the bumpy hill,
We got to the bottom laughing it was such a thrill.
So we climbed back up that steep hill,
With the sledge that gave us the massive thrill.
We gathered speed very fast again,
Had a fantastic day out sledging with our friends.
© Copyright 2016 Allan Robinson
I was walking my dog today and saw children sledging inspired me to write this short poem