I loved sledding outside in winter until my face and hands and feet had nearly turned to ice. I loved whooshing down the hillsides—the cold wind in my face as the sled runners cut through the snow. This poem is about sledding and childhood and imagination.
I’m sorry I can’t type the end of the poem on Blogger the way it’s supposed to be. That’s okay. I think you’ll get the point that the final lines should be read more slowly as the sled reaches the bottom of the hill.
SPACEMAN
by Elaine Magliaro
Whooshing down the hillside fast
Trees and people blurring past
Runners carving out the snow
Like an astronaut I go
Blasting into outer space
Rocketing at record pace
Through the stratosphere I fly
I’m commander of the sky
Won’t return to Earth until . . .
I reach
Whooshing down the hillside fast
Trees and people blurring past
Runners carving out the snow
Like an astronaut I go
Blasting into outer space
Rocketing at record pace
Through the stratosphere I fly
I’m commander of the sky
Won’t return to Earth until . . .
I reach
the bottom
of the hill.
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8 comments:
I like that. You've captured well the thrills of childhood sledding. I haven't sledded in such a long time. You've made me wish even harder for snow (though I think we may be just out of luck in Tennessee this year)!
Jules, 7-Imp
Jules,
Certain experiences and sensory feelings from my childhood remain fresh in my mind. There are times I wish I could revisit those early days. Writing poetry provides me an opportunity to do that.
I LOVE this! Bookmarking to read to the girls afterschool today!
I loved sledding and tobogganing as well. So much fun. But oh, the cold feet from trudging all the way UP the hill.
Thanks, Liz! I hope the girls like it.
Kelly,
I think we were writing comments at the same time.
Besides cold feet and cold hands--how about the rosy cheeks and runny noses? I loved coming inside and warming up after hours spent outside in the freezing cold.
I love this poem for different reasons than everyone else. I never sledded as a child and didn't see snow until I was in my 20's (grew up in Hawaii). So, this gives me a wonderful moment to revel in. Thank you.
Dear Elaine,
A swashbuckler of a bow to you for your kind and generous words for my FREEDOM LIKE SUNLIGHT: PRAISESONGS FOR BLACK AMERICANS. YOUR praise is the true coin of the realm.
Cheers, Pat
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