Ski Trip

By Eric Ode

 

Martha called me just this morning
with this happy, hurried warning.
“I asked Mom, and she’s agreeing.
Grab your stuff! We’re going skiing!”

Nothing could have sounded better.
In a flash, I found my sweater,
Then my gloves, a matching pair.
Next, my winter underwear.

Found a parka, warm and fat.
Grabbed my scarf and woolen hat.
Soon I heard a car arriving.
Martha’s mother, she was driving.

Martha gave a happy shout.

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