The Life Of Skiing

  Dear Skiing,

                 From that time
That I skied as a 6-year old, you taught me
 How to carve on your beautiful trails
   How to hike up your amazing mountains
     And when I got my own skis

     I fell in love with you
     All I ever think about now is winter
  And in winter I get to be with you
“Swoosh” I ski to feel the powder on my face,
Feel the grind on my skis
And put my balance to the test

I can do so much now
Like carve down the slopes
Then take a break with
Some hot cocoa
Then go for more skiing
I won’t care if I break bones

I’ll just come right back to you
And get down the slope again
My skis are like a pen to paper
Making my mark on the mountain
And every day I get better
And I will never forget about you

Sincerely, Oliver