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Sledding Moon

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Alison
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0 posted 12-31-2009 11:58 PM       View Profile for Alison   Email Alison   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Alison

Night, bright with full moon
is shining, enticing the children from beds
to pull on mittens, coats, hats
and scarves; layering up for the cold
winter bright as day light night.
    
    Pulling sleds, runners rusted red,
    wood slats worn and rope handles frayed,
    out to the day-time road, night-time
    sledding hill. Sweet laughter rings clear.

Voices bounce, excited, as bodies
pile on on another, draping
over the large sled, flanked
by small sleds, guardians, perhaps
scouts, which try to race ahead.  
    
    Narrow runners scrape, skrate,
    skreet, shake and screech.

Sparks fly, wind buffets and breaks,
slices, pushes torpedoing, racing sleds
faster, faster to side-swipe snow banks,
careen and skitter.  Eyes peer
from under hats falling low
over frosty brows, terror builds
to crescendos of delightful release,
shredding the night
    
    moon shining bright as day, solitude
    broken by excited laughter.
    The chorus of pure-pitched voices
    shatter the silence of night into dawn.  


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Alison
12/31/09


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1 posted 01-01-2010 05:15 AM       View Profile for Marchmadness   Email Marchmadness   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marchmadness

This word picture was a great part of my childhood. Thats what I like most about you Alison...
your child's heart.
                                Ida
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2 posted 01-01-2010 10:58 AM       View Profile for 2islander2   Email 2islander2   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for 2islander2

Hello Alison, this is a penetrating poem with beautiful strangeness and the soft echo of distant voices everywhere outside and inside...Enjoyed your superb write.

happy new year

yann
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3 posted 01-05-2010 03:27 PM       View Profile for Robert E. Jordan   Email Robert E. Jordan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Robert E. Jordan

Yo dear Alison,

Yes, that's how I remember it.

Love Bobby
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4 posted 01-09-2010 04:52 PM       View Profile for Margherita   Email Margherita   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Margherita

Such emotion wonderfully rendered, dear Alison! Could feel the excitement in my bones.

Love,
Margherita
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5 posted 01-10-2010 12:33 AM       View Profile for Klassy Lassy   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Klassy Lassy

I've never lived where there was sledding, but I bought big round red discs for the kids when they were small to toboggin down the sand dunes. Now it has all changed for dirtbikes and fourwheelers.  (One year the dunes were briefly covered with snow. How odd to see white dunes next to the ocean!)

I can see the scene so vividly, though, in what you paint, hear the laughter and the yelling as they careen wildly, the snow taking on extra magic in the moonlight....everyone bundle up with cheeks the color of apples.  How exciting it must be, especially durning the first heavy snows of the season!

Thank you for sharing...

Karen
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6 posted 01-10-2010 01:30 AM       View Profile for Mysteria   Email Mysteria   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mysteria

        I knew I would get to use Kit's sled she made one day.   I love the scene you set here Alison.  We use inner tubes to go down the mountain and they swoosh!
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7 posted 01-10-2010 04:42 AM       View Profile for Alison   Email Alison   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Alison

Dear Ida, Yann, Bobby, Margherita, Karen and Sharon,

Thank you all so much for reading and enjoyng my poem.  We had one sled when we grew up that we loved.  He was old and rickety and his name was "Big Joe" (we named everything in our family).  Big Joe could hold most of us kid if we tucked tightly against each other and he flew like the wind.  No round sleds, inner tubes, or plastic trays could beat Big Joe.

Love,
Alison
 
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