A Long, Yet Short Time Ago Poem by Bryan Taplits

I remember that the snow was so deep-
In it I barely could creep-
Yet how swift did I burst out the door,
A drift was right there-but I knew no fear-
What youngster could ask for anything more.
That hill was my foe-I remember and know-
I conquered the powder, refusing to flee,
Sledding down each tor (with plowing sled as my sword)
I savored that flavor: 'Victory! '
Those days in the past-
Which all go too fast-
Where life was never so bleak,
Though they seemed far away -
As l look back at those days-
And I move closer-
They all seem now so snow-deep.
Tempest-swept scalped years-
which have now fallen into tears-
each of them singing too (they fall as I soar) ,
I revisit them all as down past hillocks I fly,
Now, again:
'Over the hill and down the dell-
'There go I.'