![]() The SledA Poem by Relic![]() The Sled.One cold night last
February, snow fell in the streetlight, gliding like angels floating their way to the ground. In the morning, I beheld inflated grey clouds overhead, creating a dark aura that loomed throughout the day. My foot sank six inches. As the roads were plowed, my wife decided to chance it and left for work. Hmm, I wondered, while looking out the window at the garage. Inside, my flexible sled from childhood hung on nails sticking out of the studs on the wall. “Nah, I’m too old,” I thought. After polishing the metal blades, I took it and walked to the 'hill' my friends and I coasted down when we were kids. It sat on the edge of a large sand lot behind my house. No one’s around, I thought. I’ll just try it. If it doesn’t work, forget it. At age 61, I felt determined to give it a try. Sitting on the sled, with one push and guiding it with my feet, I dashed down the hill, which now seemed shorter to my adult body. Yet in seconds, I picked up speed, forging ahead for about 50 feet. Walking back up the hill for the 4th time, I remembered the laughter, the races we had to the bottom. It felt good and kind of invigorating. Hanging the sled back onto its perch, I had one thought... not bad for an old guy. “What did you do today, honey?” “Just did some work in the garage,” I replied. Some things are better left unsaid. © 2025 RelicAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 2, 2025 Last Updated on March 2, 2025 Author![]() RelicAbout3:20 AM - The same as all the other nights. Darkness and me - we still have nothing to say to each other. I've been here since 2009. - Tim - Thanks for st.. more..Writing
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