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   I wake up in the morning, the house is silent,

It's later than I thought and I'm acting violent.

I wake up my mom and she yells at me,

The bus is waiting, I sit with Jenny C.

We travel to Fabius for a 7 hour trip,

I'm drinking a juicebox, April whines for a sip.



I step off the bus, I step into the snow,

I put on my boots, I'm ready to go.

The bagels are toasting, already hot,

I get up to buy one and Mike steals my spot.

Everyone's lined up to step out the door,

To hit the slopes and then go back for more.



Three at a time as we climb high,

Nearly straight up touching the sky.

Reaching the top we near the end,

The danger we face is about to begin.

I push off with my poles, the speed increases,

The faster I go the fear decreases.

At the end of the slope the lodge becomes clear.



As I pan the bus all are cold and tired,

As I remember the day, for a poem I'm inspired.

As we reach the school, I see my mother from afar,

I get off the bus and run to the car.

I turn on the heat and head to Jreck Sub,

Once I am home I slip into the tub.

As I lie warm and dry in the den,

When come next Saturday, I'll do it again.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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