[Critique Group 1] Leonard's submission for next Wednesday

[tuchyner5 at aol.com]

Also a reminder that pieces are due today

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First  Sleigh Ride 

 

There’s a first time for everything.

The beginnings are often telling.

Will this be the last time you imbibe? 

Or the start of a love affair.

 

I don’t know just how old I was.

Perhaps was just knapsack size,

lying on top of my Father’s back,

who lay prone on top of the sleigh,

eager to slide down the steep curving slope

of Irvington’s snowy city park.

 

There were others who had hiked up the pike,

waiting their turn to slide down the steep.

But I was the single child my size,

the only one with Dad as pilot.

 

I held tight with all of my might,

afraid of falling off his shoulders,

while he palmed his way to judgement day.

Slight motion morphed to a roller coaster,

into a jet out of its blocks.

But my Dad had it all under control,

holding the sleigh to its intended course.

 

I was Hop-along Cassidy 

on a bucking bronco running wild,

until we found a snow bank to stop us.

I tumbled off his back, asking for more.

 

>From that distinctive day I was hooked.

I looked forward to bountiful snowfalls.

Slid until I could no longer slide,

when the slopes were too difficult to climb.

Today I just watch the snow and dream

of a day when it was my first time.

 
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