Snow Missile
That glimmering white in every direction
Combine with this hill its pure perfection
Cool and crisp is this pure virgin snow
Let’s get the sledge and see how fast we go
At the top of the hill I climb aboard
With back straight looking like a lord
My heart beating at the sight of the drop
But with adrenaline flowing I won’t stop
With a shove from behind my long flight
Down this white hill and out of sight
With the wind in my hair I feel so free
Giggling hard like a demented banshee
Blood is pumping and my face is red flushed
The speed is exhilarating and fear is crushed
Like a tiny missile with the speed of a god
I find it all so natural and feel not odd
The wind is stinging my eyes to tears
But I can still hear the watchers cheers
My vision is blurred but the way is clear
I’m a human missile with nothing to fear
I open my eyes to find myself on a bed
God knows where with a bandaged head
My head is hurting and gave me a scare
But I’m to blame for being in the nurse care
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2007
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