| Butler Pennsylvania 25
Sledding at Oak and Pearl Deep white covered all the streets leading up to Oak and Pearl where a road block from which a red lantern hung was planted in the snow, and all of us would gather there with sleds, some holding them up like shields others kneeling, most sitting with booted heels sunk in snow. To break the tension someone would run, slam a small chest down on varnished boards and all the rest would follow in flurried wake through white to glide and turn at Penn, and then while coasting out over the smooth white crest with head and chest uplifted behold our town, a hamlet of soft white homes and smoking chimneys before crossing Monroe then on down to where a foot would drag to make the turn on Elm, that last steep stretch to Brady's ashes that finally scratched us to a halt. And then back up again on frozen feet just one more time to the red lantern at the top where all of winter's bliss would be pressed into one last joyous ride. Next Home |
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