Journal #22 - Iambic Pentameter Poem

The snow falls to the ground all day in town

Children jump and laugh as they sled far down

We all see them have so much fun for hours

As mounds and mounds of snow become tall towers

The sound of laughter fills the air all day

No one will stop until the month of May

I grab a sled and head for tops of hills

It's hard to keep my joy held back so still

The thrill of flying down the knoll so fast

Seems as if the time will not ever pass

The cold air hits my face so nice and cold

It makes me feel like life is now on hold

I love to hit each bump and rock so fast

It makes the joy of sledding always last

As daylight falls below the mountain peak

Hats and gloves and sleds we begin to seek

Now we head home to warm our arms and legs

We're tired and want now to rest our heads

The day was full of so much joy and fun

We sled and sled until the day was done

I can't wait to go out again so soon

Next time we can sled 'til we see the moon

But now I must sleep the nighttime away

And dream of sledding all day ev'ry day