Skiing
Snowy week, snaking ever so gracefully down,
Kicking up cold powder blanketing the ghost town's
Ice slopes, leaving behind you...
"I passed through here" tracks brand-new.
Nothing could be more carefree!
Gosh, I wish I knew how to ski!
Skiing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Date written: 01/20/2023
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2023
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