This Winter I Went Sledding

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From the book My Dog Likes to Disco

This winter I went sledding.
I crashed into a tree.
I ran into another one
while learning how to ski.

I slipped upon the sidewalk;
I didn’t see the ice.
A snowball hit me in the face.
(My sister’s not too nice.)

My snowman toppled over.
It landed on my head.
My tongue got frozen to a pole.
I pulled it off. It bled.

I froze my toes and fingers.
They hurt so much I cried.
So, yes, the snow is pretty,
but I think I’ll stay inside.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 1

Topics: Seasonal Poems, Sports

Poetic Techniques: List Poems, Narrative Poems


About This Poem

My family went “inner-tubing” on a snowy mountain recently. They had lots of fun getting towed up to the top of the hill with a tow-rope on a giant, inflatable rubber donut, and then sliding back down in the snow. I decided to stay home and write a poem about it instead.

You see, when I was 11 years old, I went inner-tubing in the snow, and I really did run into a tree and break my leg. That was over 40 years ago, but I’m still not entirely convinced that it’s safe. Besides, it’s much warmer here, and the snow looks really pretty out my window.

Excuse me while I go make a nice cup of hot cocoa.

From the Book My Dog Likes to Disco

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