Skiing

• Jessica Hill, Grade 2, Evatt Primary School
• Poetry
• 2010

Finalist in the 'Something With Bite 2010' competition

Whooshing down the slope I go,
While the wild winds may blow,
The snow is soft and white like cream,
And with the sun is quite a scene.
The chairs above me glide along ropes,
And lots of skiers whoosh down the slopes,
People on T-bars don't go up far,
And in the car park are many cars.
Skiing makes my feet want to dance,
And lots of snowboarders I pass with a glance,
You can feel the wind in your face,
And with a couple more people you can have a race.
With my dad I like to ski,
Down very steep slopes he follows me,
Snowboarders jump on jumps made of snow,
And the snowboarders are sad when it's time to go.