Best Skiers Poems

It’s eight degrees in January,
a frozen New England night.
Standing by a base lodge,
staring up at shadowy slopes,
gray against the icy black.
Others cluster around me,
bundled and waiting.

High above: a point of light,
red and brilliant up there.
Then another, a whole string
snakes down the slope,
turns the gray to...

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*Image of Ski & Snow by Pixabay.

Calling All Non-Skiers

All my friends love to ski
so we went to this town
was the best all-around
I did wish they'd clued me.

RhymeScheme: abba

2021 August 20...

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mountains fresh snow slopes 
awaiting skiers from far 
to break open paths...

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