Winter months were a fun time and all of us "Sledders" tried to outdo each other. It's a wonder that none of us were ever seriously injured. We were long on bravado, but way short on good sense. Our "Daredevil Club" was King Of The Hill and unchallenged.

THE SLEDDER

Five foot, wood slats, red enameled steering bar, with black rubber grips, waxed steel runners: A Daredevil's delight!

Ready to test on a snow packed day.
With a goal of being the best,and hear everyone say:

"He's number one, and his sled is the best. He's "Top Daredevil",
and certainly stands out from the rest!!"

He looks down the steep snow packed incline,
and thinks to himself: this hill is mine!!

Positioning the sled at the crest of the slope,
While sitting astride his Daredevil's hope.
He pushes off with all of his might,
and grabs on tightly as the sled takes flight.

Faster and faster down the hill the sled glides
over the snow with the greatest of ease.
Terror grips the sledder for he suddenly sees,

what was not visible at the top:
A dip in the hill with a straight down drop!

With a speed unparalleled in the annals of the "Daredevil's Club",
the sledder is launched up, then straight down
through an ice covered pond with a glub!

Not much is remembered of the harrowing ride,
by the sledder who sat glued to his Daredevil's pride.

Smiling, as they pulled him from his watery fate,
he knew, he was the "Top Daredevil" to date.

He could hear them say: "He's number one, and his sled is the best.
He's "Top Daredevil", and certainly stands out from the rest!!"