The Chair Lift
I slide in the chair as it begins to rise.
Legs hanging with heavy feet,
Bang them together, watch falling snow.
Brisk wind hits my face turning red.
The metal cold and wood wet,
Holding my poles dangling skis,
Nose gets numb during the ascent.
The view surreal I feel so blessed,
See them push off at the top.
Just in time I jump off
Then glide through dusty snow.
By: Greg Stanley
Submitted into Brian Strand's "Upto Sixteen lines" Contest
Copyright © Greg Stanley | Year Posted 2011
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