Pd 1: Reed M

I Remember Poem

I remember sledding in the willows

The way the camps I made were

And how fast I went.

I remember the very steep part of the hill

Like the steep side of a cliff

sled's touch and holding the grips of the sled

flying down a hill like a meteor coming down.

I remember flying off my sled and falling into the snow

How the sting was on my face.

Each time I recall this memory, I'm happy,

thinking about those times are good

I will always remember the willows