Kelly Snowshoes Snowmobile Club

‘Twas late summer, with the trails still leafy and green,

Not a sled was stirring since it’s still short of Halloween.

The snowmobiles were all tucked in the garages with care,

In hopes by December they could be flying midair.

 

The riders were all nestled snug in their beds,

While visions of snowflakes danced in their heads.

Trails that are white and clean is the goal,

So we can be ready to rock ’n’ roll in the snow.

 

When outside the Club Shed, there arose such a clatter,

Dennis sprang from his President’s chair to see what was the matter.

Away to the door he made a mad dash

To hear only thunder and see the next lightning flash.

Yup, it still summertime, and what do you know,

Kelly Snowshoes members aren’t all thinking snow.

They have Harleys to ride and fishing lures to fling.

They have picnics and campfires and golf clubs to swing.

 

But it won’t be long until trail-opening day,

So preparations for Kelly Snowshoes will soon be underway.

There’s grooming and brushing and signing to do,

To get our trails ready for the likes of you.

 

With registration renewals and memberships due,

With trail pass stickers and maintenance to pursue.

It all must be done in the blink of any eye,

To ensure we are ready for those sleds to fly.

Now Dennis! Now Randy, Now Melinda and Josh,

Lead us, lead us, lead up by-gosh.

On Robb. On Caleb, and of course, On Ben.

They truly are the best board members!  Amen!

 

Shiny new signs were hung with care,

In hopes that new members will soon find our lair.

There should never be an El Niño as those weathermen say.

We want deep, sparkling snow for those tracks to play.

 

So now you must help influence Mother Nature,

By sending her messages much like a preacher.

She needs to know a winter wonderland is desired,

So frequent and blustery snow days will be required.

Cool temps are a must when we think of deep snow,

Since we want it always to be 20 degrees or below.

There should be no such thing on our trails as “snirt,”

Because pretty white snow should never be mixed with black dirt!

 

We want our talented young drivers to be happy and content,

To be driving the groomer in the spur of the moment.

We want rivers, streams and lakes that are solidly frozen,

To allow us to speed over the ones we have chosen.

 

As our summertime story comes to a close,

This old gal’s expectation is quite grandiose.

We want perfect Wisconsin snowmobile trails,

Where the only green is pine-tree and white prevails!​​