First Sledding

In the dusk, children screamed as they sledded down a hill — so screechingly at first I worried they were injured. When I stepped around the garage, though, two children in  raggedy snowsuits were laughing at the foot of a very short hill. The kids ran up, holding orange sleds.

I know I posted this last fall — but, again, here’s one of my favorite poems.

Although there is the road,
The child walks
In the snow.

— Murakami Kijo

And here’s my big kid, taking a holiday photo and begging me to please, try to smile!

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About Brett Ann Stanciu

A writer and sugarmaker, Brett Ann lives with her two daughters in stony soil Vermont. Her novel HIDDEN VIEW was published by Green Writers Press in the fall of 2015. Let my writing speak for itself.
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6 Responses to First Sledding

  1. I love the poem! The best thing in the world when you are kid is getting to be the first to walk through the snow on the lawn/field. And I mean kids of all ages here…

  2. Sweet poem and image of screeching kids on sleds. Time to figure out where the sleds got stowed last spring. Moving twice in five years is hard on the 52 year old brain! I remember exactly where they would be two houses ago…

  3. Look at that with a real camera! Love to see the photo!

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