Replying to A poem i wrote when i was 13 about skiing
i was cleaning out my comp and came across this poem and its pretty good i thought and makes me miss winter
Hucking the meat
Joe Burchard
Hucking our meat
Ripping off threes
Don’t land in the backseat,
You’ll screw up your knees
Poaching trails
Tickets gone
If all else fails
Ski at dawn
Pure pleasure
Wherever you go
The snow measure
You’ll never know
Sun in your face
Music in your ears
You could yell in this place
No one hears
Hitting monstrous air
Landing just right
Not one care
Except the jump that’s tight
Having everyone laugh
As you fall from the sky
Wrecking your calf
Riding away with a black eye
But the eye doesn’t bother you
Because everything else is great
While chuggin’ a mountain dew
And throwin’ away your plate
You could stay here forever
Being perfectly perfect
But that wouldn’t be that cleaver
Because you just got wrecked
A final run down the huge park
Hittin’ the pipe a last time
Nailing the mark
That’s the end of my rhyme
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