Covered Sled

I remember how it felt to be
Roused from a cozy bed;
To be driven to our country school
In the big covered sled.

Daddy hitched it to his favorite team,
His powerful Prince and Teddy.
With drifts of snow where cars can't go
That valiant pair was ready.

We had a little kerosene stove
And robes so thick and warm;
To keep us from our death of cold
In those few miles from the farm.

There was no need to be worried,
Our dad would get us there;
Snug and safe in our little rig
Pulled by that faithful pair.

It sits in a museum now,
The covered, winter sled
And most of the kids who rode in it
And that big team are dead.

Daddy is in Heaven where
He battles snow no more;
And only a few to remember how
Life was in days of yore.

By: Joyce 10/04/06