Dog Sledding Poem

Dog Sledding

"Ready Lets Go"
The dogs are off
Their bright, beautiful fur gets brushed by the brilliant smell of the fresh air
Magpie, Lisa, Clyde and Fargo pull the sled with all their strength
Nothing is in their way,
Nothing is stopping them
UNTIL
"Easy Whoa"
We stop, for the night to smell the brilliant smells of nature
The maple around every corner
The burning wood waiting for us inside the tent
and the terrible dog breath that we all grow a custom too
We fall asleep only to wake up to;
The same amazing experience
All over again