from this thread:
called "ski poem," i'm not sure what you searched for.
anyway heres a few from it:
Silent is snow falling on a mountain hitting my face as I fly off a cliff loud is the avalance craving for my life my thoughts knowing if I fall I could die eternal is the joy from skiing worth dying for
Courtesy of Fraglemuffin$
if there ever was a winter without snow
and the sun shined on the grass that showed
no pow, no back country
no park or steezzzzz
no place to go and put on his skis
jeff would sit in his room and cry,
he would curse the world and anger the skies
but all that fell was a warm summers rain
that dampened his heart and burned his...brain
jeff would speak calmly and say:
"fuck my life, fuck this rain"
Like the citys view on a winter day,
Clouds have rolled in, skys have turned grey.
Looking around into the sweet white abyss
I find myself troubled to acknowladge all this.
Ground, trees and sky all the same
Sometimes I wonder if I am insane
For hanging from chairs 30 feet in the air
While 40 kilometer winds gust through my hair.
The fragile black lift rattles and shakes
As it travels upwards for the 11 minuates it takes.
Reaching the top I look back to see
A flat layer of clouds moving under me
The sunny blue sky and soft white snow
With skyscraypers peeking through the fog below.
I am free to venture where I choose to roam
This is why I call the mountain my home.