By 19th January 2013December 9th, 2019No Comments

”Hold very tightly”
My grandaughter said
To her brother sat on
His little blue sledge
”Grandad will push us
Fast down the hill”
His face showed concern
At this dubious thrill
But then they were flying
With screams of delight
On frost-hardened snow
This dark winter’s night
Time after time, I pushed
Them and then,
They demanded to go
Again and again
Later wrapped up in
Warm bed-time clothes
They recalled the times
They fell on their nose
Or times when a crest
Saw them fly through the air
Oh what a night!
I’m so glad I was there

Don Holmes

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