Snowmaking Poems - Poems about Snowmaking

...Two rust-red tubes running up the hillside, by the wood's edge, hidden just in the trees, they have water, and compressed air inside, pumped up the mountain to hydrants steely. Hoses conduct it t......

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...Have you ever known a skier’s mind when the leaves turn yellow and red? As frost forms before the drive to work and the lawnmower is put to bed? When all you feel is a bracing chill, and southwa......

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...For fifteen years the peak has sat fallow, abandoned to time as trees and bushes grow, driving by always evokes a sigh in me, long ago this hill was where I learned to ski. But the industry is ......

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