The Hill

Excitement starts in earnest
Expectation in their eyes
Wonder, hope, a little fear
Something they can't disguise

Jump aboard, the car's been cleared
Ready for the thrill
Wheels spinning on the snow
Heading for The Hill

As we get close we see them
May be a hundred gathered there
Black dots amongst the white stuff
Coloured by hats or hair

Park up now, we're very close
Their voices are quite shrill
As we walk the last few steps
Now we're on The Hill

Sit down
Shoot off
Racing fast
Shouting
Screaming
What a blast
Laughing
Smiling
Such great fun
Who needs
Sand
Or warming sun

Tired legs start to take their toll
And fingers start to freeze
Trousers sodden from the snow
I hear shivering knocking knees

Pack up, trudge off, smiles abound
For today they've had their fill
There's stories to be told at home
See you tomorrow on The Hill