Snow is a Life Molder

Most anything can be a snow-sled, of fun,
Rubber Rafts, are excellent, for everyone,
So long as driver isn’t careless, and outrun,
A sled, with no brakes, then, Damage be Done.

Snow is a Life Molder
By Arley Steinhour 022418

Once upon a Long Time Ago,
There always was lots of snow,
Just, for youngsters, on the go,
Into a Snow-drift, one’s self to Throw.

Winter Adventures did truly abound,
But, First was scooping all snow found,
Upon the sidewalks of home, and friend,
Who could pay the price We’d propound.

A Dollar for ‘Front, and Porch, for labor,
Driveways, extra, to income, a sweet flavor,
Grandma, said for ‘Elder,’ Half, price to cater,
If old and broke, then we’d Scoop as a Favor.

Once we’d made two or three bucks apiece,
Twas off to the store, for Energy without cease,
Full of sugars, off to snow, slick as grease,
Doing our ‘Snow-Thing,’ without Cease.

Perhaps a Fort, for a Snow-ball Fight,
Being careful, no ice was involved in flight,
Lest, we injure, another, Blood, quite a sight,
And a whipping to hinderparts, as was right.

‘Flyer Sleds,’ waxed to fly down the slopes,
Some slopes had Wash-outs, so we had ropes,
Ready to use, for those careless, or ‘Dopes,’
We all were wild, but, feared everyone’s Folks.

The Rod, wasn’t spared in that, ‘Time Ago,’
Yet, Imaginative adventure, was our way to Crow,
Breakfast, Lunch, and Supper, we would Show,
But, in between, we were free to play, or ‘Go.’

The Auditorium, was a favorite spot to play,
In the Winter of Forty-Nine, snow went astray,
The Blizzard came in that leveled land, so to say,
Cattle were dying, even with flights dropping hay.

We, the wild kids, found ourselves in Heaven,
On North and West, cliffs, in feet, double-seven,
Drifted to the top, sloping, as filled with Leaven,
No matter, depth of snow, adventure did Beckon.

Another, great fun place, the Coca-Cola Company,
On, West Fifth, hill was short, with thrills aplenty,
A Coke sign, like a Frisbee, came in very handy,
We used it as sled, no control, Thrilled to Frenzy.

Spinning like a top, not controlling a thing,
Was almost like flying, as bird on the wing.
Not knowing up, nor down, excitement did sing,
To our young, tender, hearts, Snow was King.

Even when sixteen, or perhaps a year elder,
Tying a car hood, behind bumper, was better,
To fly across fields, zig zag, excitement stellar,
Worked like water skiing, only, helter-skelter.

Today the Olympics could learn from we ‘Older,’
But, they do things, we’d have done, if Bolder,
Enjoy your youth, before memory gets Colder,
Repent from PC-Games, ‘Snow is a Life Molder.’

Today, many Laws, prevent us from ‘Playing,’
With things that are Free, without any ‘Paying,’
Don’t lose the things, that God made by ‘Saying,’
‘Days, and Seasons, helps you learn, ‘MY STAYING.’

AMEN