All you can hear is the creaking of the metal against metal
The stop-and-go motions make your stomach upset
The higher you go the closer you feel to heaven
You try to cover your face with your clothed fingers
As the cold breeze makes your cheeks turn cherry red
You don’t look down to tame your worst fears
For there is only a bar that separates you and the ice covered ground
The pine trees all look so sad and droopy
Their limbs are heavily weighted with the white powder
It is spring time and the snow below is starting to melt
As it forms little streams
You look up at the beautiful snow capped mountains
They catch your breathe every time
You finally feel free again
The stop-and-go motions make your stomach upset
The higher you go the closer you feel to heaven
You try to cover your face with your clothed fingers
As the cold breeze makes your cheeks turn cherry red
You don’t look down to tame your worst fears
For there is only a bar that separates you and the ice covered ground
The pine trees all look so sad and droopy
Their limbs are heavily weighted with the white powder
It is spring time and the snow below is starting to melt
As it forms little streams
You look up at the beautiful snow capped mountains
They catch your breathe every time
You finally feel free again
3 comments:
Love the picture and the poem, especially the line "you don't look down to tame your own fears."
I feel the same way!
Have you gone skiing before? I love skiing. If you have where? And are you really scared of ski lifts? or is it the heighth?
i went skiing for the first time over spring break and no it was just the heights. but it got better
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