March 10, 2010
By Anonymous

The cold wind blows across my face
I can feel the long icy corduroy stripes
my feet moving out from under my legs
and my skis coming up on edge.

The steeper the run gets the faster I go
my skis carve one perfect turn and then
I just pick up more speed faster and faster
until the ground flattens out my skis
slowly go sideways and then come to
a quick halting stop.

The author's comments:
My absolute favorite sport

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