SKI MYSTERY
There I was on the mountain slopes,
weaving and swaying across the thick layer of snow.
I heard somewhere that Greenlanders have no one word for snow, why? I dont
know.
Testing this theory, there I was last week on the Alpine slopes, skiing with my
family,
just thinking about the swishing and swaying of
the skis on what we call snow.
I was looking and listening to the silence of
the mountains when I realized that this was not silent!
Out of the blue, or should I say out of the white,
there were 2 brown specs coming towards me
"What were they???"
Dear Isabelle,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for writing this poem; knowing you, I can just imagine you 'swishing and swaying' down the ski slopes!
Brilliant!
Mrs T
I love your opening lines, Isabelle. And I like the way you listen to the silence. Do you mean specs as in spectacles, I wonder, or specks?!
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