Skiing the Trip

Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists, Skiers,good,novice & the inactive; On the flight from London-Heathrow, Trusting Italy was full of snow. Huddled in a coach past Trento, Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow; Crammed & crushed into the cable car, Just in time for schocolade in the the bar. Up early to claim skis & boots, Dressed in salapettes & chic ski suits; Wait in line for the revolving chairlift, At the top,jumping off pretty swift. Down & up the beginners' slope, In a whiteout,with a prayer& hope; Pasta for lunch,again & again, But good to miss out of the English rain. Learning the knack of forking fondue, Joining the folk-dance,without a clue; Saying danke to Karl the owner, Back on the bus to airport,Verona.