Sports Poem by Teens

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Sledding

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Published: November 2011

I jump on to the toboggan,
landing behind my friend.
We ride down the hill,
the sled not lagging an inch
in the thick snow that covers the ground.

I close my eyes, opening them
just in time to see
that we are headed into the bushes.
We put our hands out,
ready for the attacks
of loose branches,
striking hard like iron bars.

Little burrs jump on to us,
as if to get away from this cruelty.
The snow hits us and takes
our little hitchhikers into the shrubbery.

Not soon enough our ride is over -
our bellies ache,
and our wonderland has been destroyed.
We look back at the branches
that have been whacked to a pulp.

The trees sigh and wave goodbye
and give a not-so-sincere apology.
Luckily Mom will be waiting with the cure -
a tall cup of ginger tea.

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