Trash Bag Sleds Poem by Rhonda Baker

I left Detroit when I was nine
A simpler, cleaner life for to find
Now I lived upon a hill
Meadows, woods from there spill
With the snow came a chance to sled
Something I’d never done and only read
We had no toboggan we had no sled
We had to improvise... and this is where it led
Mom went off to work... without a clue
Her box of trash bags we went through
We spent the whole day out there having fun
On Hefty sleds, on our sled run
Sure it was a little rough on the old tailbone
But that winter, we broke in our new home

2/22/10