November 11, 2007
By Noah Rauchwerk, Holmdel, NJ

As the snow falls
Inside of the gates
In the big walls
No one hesitates
To put on their coats
And all run outside
As the snow floats
All down from the sky
They all grab their sleds
Their skis and their boards
Get friends out of beds
To seek their awards
They head to the slopes
With all of their buds
With huge hopes
There are no crowd floods
They rush down the cliffs
At impossible speeds
The question is if
You are in the lead
They leap off of ramps
And onto some rails
Some of them will be champs
Yet some will fail
But the winner is no matter
What does is the fun
Who cares about the chatter
When you have won

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