The sled was homemade, heavy, too,
Its runners solid oak
But once you'd pulled it UP a hill
ALL DOWNhill speeds it broke!
You couldn't steer it very well,
But youngsters didn't care,
We'd learned a lot of 'makin' do'
Knew when to breathe a prayer!
That old sled was a champion,
It never lost a race;
The last time I laid eyes on it
Still has a special place.
My Army life was starting
So I left it there alone,
When I returned from overseas
The big old sled was gone.
They told me it was bulky
And always in the way.....
.....when snowfalls come, my mind can see
.....that heavy sled Dad made for me!
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