Not Grimm

 

by June Crawford Sanders

 

 

I'm no princess but there's this one hill

on the way to my house that when

it snows then melts then refreezes

is as smooth as the fairy tale

glass mountain which was said to be

as smooth as ice and I'm not sure

a prince himself could ride up

even if I threw three golden apples

but if he did we sure could

have fun sledding back down.