Member Poem

Thick powder white as a cloud
taller than the depth of the ocean,
anxiously waiting,
one chair and two
then its you!
Ascending we go,
to the top of Mount Snow.
Snow crystals beat against my skin
went so fast they shouted "Speed Demon!"
More than a dizzy blind man,
every trail I crashed.
Until I accomplished
my trick at last...
A frontflip!
With all the memories I had,
there's no way I could've been sad.