The sledge sped across the hardening snow,
huskies in unison, strongly speeding
Bitter cold swirling winds, spitefully blow,
but no living thing gives any heeding.
Pounding along, sharp claws gripping the trail,
with tremendous fleetness they travel fast.
Like a freight train zooming off down the rail,
each fighting the freezing blizzard's full blast.
How powerful these dogs, what a stunning feat,
to haul a toboggan over such land.
With coats of thick fur that keep out harsh sleet,
ordered to fly at a humans command.
The runners sing as they kiss the smooth ice,
gliding so free, sending up stinging sprays.
Hurtling ever onwards, gone in a trice,
a sight astounding on bleak Winter days.
© Ernestine Northover
Absolutely loved this can say no more you are a real treat Chris 10x10x10
Nice to see your name here Ernestine, this is a lovely piece about the huskies, pulling the toboggans, great imagery, well written, 10/10 Lynda xx
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I would like to translate this poem
Hi Again Ernestine. I can even feel the chill of the sleeting snow as if I were there. **10** for definate. I really enjoyed this one. a truly brilliant story in rhyme. Regards Dave T