At ONe With My Skis

By , Park City, UT
One With My Skis

I get off the chairlift
and I feel a cold breeze blow by

I ski over to the cornice,
and I am overcome with a sense of fear,
I count to three and dive in

I feel the snow and wind pelting my face,
as I glide through the snow smoothly

Its a powder day and I am covered in snow,
I suddenly feel at one with my skis,
as I turn effortlessly through the moguls

I am my skis





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