The countryside looked like a Christmas postcard,
Spruces were covered with snowflakes .
Looked like God's painting,
There were tracks in the snow where friends had walked.
Skiers ascended the mountain and skied down swiftly,
Skateboarders came and went,
You admired their ability to caress the slopes,
What a complex sport this is.
Cross country skiers left their prints in the snow,
They wore winter fashions with elegance.
Began snowing again, the gentle six sided snowflakes,
Touched the earth and created a new blanket of white.
Skaters glided on the ice with ease,
Figure skating is a good past time.
A walk in the snow on a snowy day,
Friends would guest and appear.
A visit to the local restaurant ,
A delicious lunch with a friend.
Befriending winter is an art in itself,
Combating the weather each winter is normal.
Travelling in a horse drawn carriage,
Very romantic and popular.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
View From The Balcony
Looking down from a balcony
Watching the people scurry down below
Rushing in and out of buildings
Walking with someplace special to be
Other dart back and forth with nowhere to go
Lovers hold hands as they walk
Some are all alone in their own world
Motorcycles dart between stalled cars
Skateboarders jump on and off curbs
Strangers never meet
They never take the time for a simple hello
No one looks up or down
Their only world is on the street
Such in the loss of the Human race
*****seems so much better when you push against the wood,
To bring back the rush from the first time you stood.
Like and infectious bug or addictive drug it courses through your blood
And, takes over your body, controls your mind and hands.
Every thought that you have is consumed by thrashing streets.
While your up in the air your problems lay underneath.
Every spot that you make, and every drive your body creates
Bring your feet back here to the tape year after year.
Although I may never be the best and it may never pay the bills
It's the only time in life I can make progress by completely standing still.
Every pop, every flick, every flarey ****ing trick makes me forget.
Forget all the bull*****and hype that's going in my life.
There's no thoughts to think, no emotions left to feel,
Only the comforting numbness of the sound of riding wheels.
Don't complain about your deck, if it rolls then it rides,
And if you feel any different take your poser self inside.
Your board is your pride and that's where you'll reside.
United we stand, skateboarders to thrash the land.
What's so great about listening to a lot of indie-rock music is when I'm around a huge
crowd. And if I were in an indie-rock band then I'd be touring around the United States
and all of Canada, especially Toronto. It's a mixture of modern rock music, classic rock
music, and Canadian rock music. When I listen to some indie-rock music, it's like I'm at a
mini concert at the Roxy Theater in Los Angeles, California. It's also as if I were to
have been featured on an episode of "Radio Free Roscoe" on Teen-Nick (formally The-N). Not
only am I an Alexz Johnson fan, I'm also a fan of Skye Sweetnam and Fefe Dobson.
Indie-rock music is so rad, so cool, so amazing, it's like going to a skate park on a
Saturday afternoon, especially for a lot of skateboarders. I think that everybody could
get use to listening to a lot of indie-rock music. And with a lot of indie-rock music and
bands and stuff, this should be great.