Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Memoir of a special place

The ski field was usual enough; it had 
A lift, snow, a carpark, clouds 
Floating over it, and even a big cafe
I never go to. My brothers, my friends and I
Did what boys do - tail whips off the jumps, 
Racing down the steep slopes, dodging  the strict
Lift worker, killing time on the slow lift, and gobbling 
down some sausages.
Doing nothing important.

3 comments:

  1. Great job I really like it I really got the feeling that I was in it like you and that that was your holiday.

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  2. I felt like I was there with you I can relate to you experience!

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  3. I liked it because you used a lot of good language

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