Come to the hill named Flagstaff
Climb to the top and glimpse the emerald expanse
In summer when kites are flying and students laugh
Or the crystalline mounds in winter when tobogganers prance
From here we'll stroll past the Carnegie Library toward the Cathedral of Learning
Where we will embark on another ascent before we proceed
To devour pierogis in the Strip, kayak along the Ohio, and go tunneling
Through the Fort Pitt and emerge at high speed
Into this land of golden bridges and charming neighborhoods
The Steel City will not disappoint
For adventures await amid Appalachian backwoods
Where a dazzling skyline encases a capitalized Point
Categories:
tobogganers, adventure, imagery, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Falling snow, beauty belies its hidden dangers!
White-veiled mountains can be a threat to all below,
But on the day the inviting piste, it's splendours!
Skiers, see the sparkle in their eyes, they love the snow!
They jump from mounds, landing in a great snow flurry!
Slamon round the mounds, snow flying, friends cheer them on!
Then there's tobogganers, always in a hurry!
Snowboarders, somersaulting, an exhibition!
Dusk, the piste brilliantly lit, skiers enchanted.
They no longer ski alone, shadowed company.
Downhill runs ending with a party, some canted
Party ending all happy, no one got frumpy!
Next day, goodbyes all done and dusted, flying home.
Still, snowing flight cancelled, oh well no one complained.
Sadly the snow, heavy, piste closed, hear them all moan!
The next day, avalanches and worse for them rained!
Categories:
tobogganers, snow,
Form: I do not know?