Fwoosh! By Matthew Haddad (Age 12)
[Editor Note: This poem was written when Matthew was 11 for his grandfather SeniorsSkiing.com reader Doug Haddad. Proud grand dad submitted it on his behalf.]
Past snowy hills
On a 100 degree down
Intricate snowflakes
Frozen hearted yet making a winter wonderland
Where skiing takes place
Over thousands of moguls
Making the snow a light wave
Directed down a thin river
When at a halt below, at the base all seems your fault
For the fun has stopped
Yet you may go up for another round
Lifted up by chairlifts
To another zoom down the mounting
I appreciate you posting my grandson’s poem.
As a long time skier (60 years, 35 years ski patrol) I was moved when I first read the poem. I consider it EPIC.
You must be very proud. Tell him to keep writing.