Snowy Slopes Come Alive
Snowy slopes come alive
Snow capped mountain peaks it's eyes on sleepy town,
as it slumbers in it's gown as daylight counts down.
As light fills in, town comes to play shaking the ground,
with tourist skis flocking the hills for trills be found.
Fresh powdered snow glistens the snowy slopes abound,
it's fir trees dancing to skiers going round and round.
Little tots, too, eye the bunny trail and small mounds,
with baby hops as parents hold on with arms bound.
Out of nowhere a hot dog skier, dressed up as clown,
crosses into path of the bunnies raising frowns.
Lunch time is festive as skiers dance to happy sounds,
of talk and meal before gracing the jeweled crown.
connie pachecho
1/11/17
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