Lawrie Stanford: To Sled Or To Bed

With snow upon the ground outside,
the boy leapt headlong on his sled,
and down the hill at pace a-crackin’,
delinquently, he quickly sped.

He felt the wind as it blew by, 
there were no thoughts of fear or dread,
but in his haste, he lost control,
and crashed his cart into the shed.

Those looking on were not surprised,
he gashed himself on hands and head,
and ‘though it started out as fun,
it’s sad to say—the boy, he bled.

Future thought of risk and daring,
while tucked up safely in his bed,
he might dwell on preservation,
and opt to stay right there instead.