| Up In the Wind |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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While skiing down a powdery hill, Covered in fresh snow, A wondrous feeling, your heart, doth fill, As over the flakes you flow. The oncoming wind sweeps under your skis, Lifting you over the patches of trees. Forever and ever is what the eye sees, As you soar above white, glistening seas. Your eyes now close giving trust to the wind, And to shield from the glassy gleam. Then your eyes spring open, the dream comes to an end. But that fantasy’s more than it seems. |
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