Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
'It's a dandy day for a sleigh-ride, ' he said,
'The children are planning a hay-ride
Bring hot spicy cider to ward off the chill,
And a nice extra quart for our friends at the mill.
I'll heat up the rocks to comfort the feet,
Two pairs of wool stockings will make it complete.
Samantha is ancy, she looks at the bells,
No need to be fancy, the oak never tells.
So wear your warm cloak, bring your mittens and muff,
A gander's down quilt will be cozy enough.
A smile and a snuggle, I'm feeling much pride,
My cup it runs over with you at my side.'
The sun melts the crust of a late winter snow,
The runners glide lightly, Samantha's a pro.
Crossing the stream through a red painted bridge,
They're cutting fresh tracks and topping the ridge.
To a wide valley view of White Flower Farm,
Now boasting last summer's new octagon barn.
Then over the fields and turn in to deep wood,
No problem with curves and Samantha feels good.
A fox hears the jingle and bounds o'r the hill,
Hot cider is shared with their friend's at the mill.
Then down through the village they circle around,
Where lonely arthritic old snowmen are found.
They visit and buy a few things at the store,
Molasses and salt, blue-green thread and no more.
The sun is half down leaving pink in the west,
They climb from the sleigh and know they are blest.
Samantha is tended, she's watered and fed,
She's patted and praised, given straw for her bed.
The children are buoyant, home from the hay-ride.
''Twas a dandy day for a sleigh-ride, ' she said.
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