On a cold winter evening, the weather was just right.

The snow and ice were falling, much to my delight.

As I went to bed, I dreamed about the morning.

If I were lucky, it would certainly not be boring.

The next day, I arose to check the weather.

The snow was thick and school was out, even better!

I knew that this day would be filled with fun.

I grabbed my jacket and sled, and began to run.

All the kids on my street knew where to go:

The steepest hill in the neighborhood, which was covered with snow.

When I arrived, the giant hill loomed ahead.

I pushed off, and flew down in my sled.

The wind rushed over me as I careened down the hill,

And the crisp cold air gave my face quite a chill.

While I gained speed the world zoomed past my eyes.

This amazing speed was quite a surprise.

As I whizzed down the hill, my heart skipped a beat.

Going this fast was a remarkable feat.

Yet, the thrill and excitement came to a close,

As the hill tapered off and the ride became slow.

I slowly reached a stop, but was not worried.

I ran back uphill, in a great hurry.

In great haste, I again reached the top,

And I repeated my flight down this vertical drop.