The sounds of freedom and the sounds of joy

Laughing all the way

The frozen mixture of white stuff

Slipping faster on each day

Going down the cheeks are red

Like apples in the fall

Blurring images of trees

Some big and some small

Snow hitting me on the head

And getting into my tush

Watching for the crash to come

Don’t need a pricker bush

Made it passed the icy bend

Now the journey is at end

.