Nana's Sledding House

                     

                                                         NANA'S SLEDDING HOUSE


                                                  I've always dreamed of a country home,
                                                  Where grandkids would come and sled;
                                                  And deer and turkeys were free to roam,
                                                  Such was the dream inside my head.

                                                  In a little town in Washington,
                                                  I found just the perfect place;
                                                  Now, grandkids come and have such fun,
                                                  On sleds, the wind upon their face.

                                                  They sled on cardboard and pizza pans,
                                                  Plastic sleds and cookie sheets;
                                                  With time for making snowmen,
                                                  Then back to racing, they compete.

                                                  Hot cocoa and a nice warm fire,
                                                  There's so much happy chatter;
                                                  And smiles of which I'll never tire,
                                                  All those things, that really matter.

                                                  It's "Nana's Sledding House", I'm told,
                                                  Full of Love, Good times and Laughter;
                                                  It warms my heart, as I grow old,
                                                  Sweet memories, forever after.

                                                                                                           Lynn 2008