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Weekend Memory

TYROL 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 & cushed into th cable car, Just in time for sckolade 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 forling fondue, Joining the folk-dance,without a clue; Saying danke to Karl the owner, Back on the bus to airport,Verona. Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007

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