Bumpy Whee!

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A poem about a Decidedly December activity

Photo by Ross Dunn courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Gazing up at the marshmallow giant Granddaddy of them all Reflecting on my time there Did I look that small Among the moving dots of sledders Bobbing and weaving to avoid any headers? For me, that trek to the top is in the past It’s memorable joy of sliding downhill That lasts

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Sledding in the Midwest of the United States is a Decidedly December tradition. I have wonderful memories of pouring myself into all the snow preparedness gear. Most times, I felt like some combination of the Michelin tire man and the tin man from The Wizard of Oz. It was an unusual treat to go sledding because my parents did not take me. My mom’s youngest brother and his wife would take me to that “granddaddy” hill. I was so small; I would hitch a ride atop my uncle’s back. We would plunge headfirst, faces assaulted with frozen pellets, down the hill in search of the perfect bumpy whee!

The beautiful creativity-provoking prompt for Paper Poetry’s Decidedly December from Indubala Kachhawa is below.

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