We can slide down the hill
Or down the stair
Or down the street
Or anywhere.
Or down the roof where the shingles broke
Or down the trunk of the backyard oak.
Down the slide or the ice or the slippery street,
We can slide on our sled, on our skates, on our feet.
Oh, it’s lots of fun to go outside
And slide and slide and slide and slide.
- Sliding by Myra Cohn Livingston
