Journal 22

With my little blue mittens and sled

I went in search to find a hill

I felt my ears get cold and turn red

while I was still in search for the hill

It began to snow and ice

but still I searched for the perfect hill

My sled was red and was very nice

I went over the little hills

Calling out was mom in search of me

but all I could think was where was he

I looked all over and wonder where he could be

and pass the trees I finally found he

With excitement I ran to the top

I threw down my sled in a hurry

And I jumped aboard with a pop

I grasped the rope and held on for the journey

The rush of the wind hitting my face

I loved the feeling of the cold winter snow

I ended my run in a familiar place

And stood up and brushed off the snow

I picked up myself and headed home

My mom was waiting at the door

with a cup of cocoa with foam

and watch the snow fall for some more