In this poem, Dad was thinking about his youth when he went sledding. I remember that he told us all about it!!
"Sledding"

Children sledding down the hill,
In the cold, white drifting snow.
Seems to take us back in time,
To years of long ago.
When we as children, rode the sleds,
To slide down with such ease.
Those great, long snow'y, slippery hills,
Into the cold chilled breeze.
And at the end, we'd cross a brook,
Upon the hard, white ice.
Yes, it's easy looking back,
To something very nice!

E.H. Coe 1972
Lyrics to "A Marshmellow World"

It's a marshmellow world in the winter
When the snow comes to cover the ground
It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day
I wait for it the whole year round.

Those are marshmellow clouds being friendly
In the arms of the evergreen trees
And the sun is red like a pumpkin head
It's shining so your nose won't freeze.

The world is your snowball, see how it grows
That's how it goes whenever it snows
The world is your snowball just for a song
Get out and roll it along.

It's a yum-yummy world made for sweethearts
Take a walk with your favorite girl
It's a sugar date, what if spring is late
In winter it's a marshmellow world.