Coasting Down the Hill

Coasting Down the Hill
 
Frosty is the morning;
     But the sun is bright,
Flooding all the landscape
     With its golden light.
Hark the sounds of laughter
     And the voices shrill!
See the happy children
     Coasting down the hill.
 
There are Tom and Charley,
     And their sister Nell;
There are John and Willie,
     Kate and Isabel, -
Eyes with pleasure beaming,
     Cheeks with health aglow;
Bless the merry children,
     Trudging through the snow!
 
Now I hear them shouting,
     “Ready! Clear the track!”
Down the slope they’re rushing,
     Now they’re trotting back.
 
Full of fun and frolic,
     Thus they come and go.
Coating down the hillside,
     Trudging through the snow.
 
by Author Unknown