Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Dogsledding poem

Dogs first
Wake up
smell smoke start to choke
Every 5 minutes lie on the floor to breathe
the cold air soothes your lungs and you can't get enough
breakfast is ready and sausages tickle your throat
you want to savour but you swallow
time to harness the dogs
there excited and pumped
try to run off but you have a good grip
you get them on your sled and off you go
the wind whips your face
camp
feed dogs
pet dogs
love dogs
dogs first