It took me nearly all day to track this down on an old hard drive.
For those who are entering the season of first snows...
For those who are yearning towards winters offerings...
For those who remember childhood abandon...
This tale is for you:
Dawn Patrol
The sun rode low in the eastern sky and chased the midnight blue
He rousted, climbing slowly up to start the day anew
Then fired he horizon’s edge and woke a billion gems
White diamonds blazing brilliantly like royal diadems
The air was crisp and shimmering as if but freshly born
A whisper would be heard for miles on such a winter’s morn
‘Twas out into this wonderland three would be heroes came
Our voices stilled in reverence we faced the morning flame
Our noses beamed a frozen red and red shone each ones cheeks
And yet we paid no heed for we had watched for this for weeks
As hounds who leap at a foxes scent we quick took up the trail
With heads bent low we forged ahead through winters deep travail
Our breath like locomotive steam ensconced our heads in mist
Each icy inhalation brought my lips a frozen kiss
Disdaining words we would not taint the morning’s holy glow
We summited the peak and found our quarry down below
Eluding us all summer, deftly dodging through the fall
The wily foe below us would soon kneel as our thrall
We glanced at one another, to the heavens gave a nod
Then grimly smiled solemnly like frozen mountain gods
My heartbeat quickened frantically as we prepared our gear
The time had come for which we three had longed almost a year
With practiced skill we took our aim, as one we three let fly
With gaping mouths we loosed our hot and steaming battle cry
Adrenaline swelled my throbbing veins as down the hill we flew
I laughed aside the chilling blades that towards our faces blew
We hit the ramp at fatal speed, into the air we dashed
With pillowed landing far below, the blinding powder splashed
Fists pumping high, three mighty kings, brave conquerors we three
We ‘d braved and beat perdition’s hill and flown amongst the trees
We sat there proud and laughed aloud, bold monarchs on our thrones
And praised the builders of those chairs, Goodyear and Firestone.
Curtis O. Fletcher
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