Downhill

Wheeee!

Here we are

Five bums on a big comfy couch

Of a slide

The long undulating slope before us

Filled with excitement

Filled with opportunity

Trees, no problem.

We can navigate around them

Shrubs, we will doze over

And we’re off

Overweight

Over-imbibed

Ready for bear

Hard right around the spruce grove

Picking up speed

Collapsing through the banks

Sprays of frozen flakes pour over

And over

Filling faces peals of laughter

Through the shrubs

Propelled pioneers

Forging new paths

First one path, then two

And finally a third

The last exacting its revenge

Slicing a gash through the cushion

Our big comfy couch of a slide

Deflating as we pick up speed

Now a carpet of five joined souls

Over a snow hump

Airborne to the edge of the ditch

Through, landed, and dumped

Unceremoniously upon the road

We scramble apart

As the country pick-up

Rolls over

Deflating the last of our steed

Laughing, crying, big children

Stuck in a ditch

Warmth in friendship

Love in our fellows