Skiing, by SkierGirl
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Skis are railed.
Zooming down.
Can only hear my skis on the snow.
Shift my weight,
turning the other way.
Slowing down, moguls ahead.
Hit them.
Piece of Cake, no.
Goat's Kick.
Concentrating hard, need to,
there are to many rocks and trees.
Made it to the bottom,
find the others.
"How about The Cliff?"
My brother asks.
"Of course!" is my reply.
Off we go, up the chair,
to the t-bar and then,
The Cliff. |
Posted: 2010-08-11 03:56:45 UTC |
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