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Here's your happy poem peredhil!


Rahsash Geldich

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The stars are now out,

Shining in a clear sky.

My breath curls in white steam

And out of happiness, I sigh.

 

Neon numbers proclaim ten,

An odd hour for activity.

But my friends and I gather

We are going skiing you see.

 

The ride in the van fuels

My adrenaline, boosting

It to the roof and sky where

Only the moon is roosting.

 

We reach the slopes with the bass

Of the music still in our ears, tapping

Our feet to the invisible jukebox.

Nothing is energy sapping.

 

I fight my way into a pair of boots

With a smile of triumph, I grab

The snowboard and klunk outside

Small clouds form as we gab.

 

Novice hands fasten feet to motion,

All of us unsure, but too happy

To let this get to us. The night air

That surrounds us is similarly snappy.

 

Lights glisten in the distance

As we first start down the slopes.

Tentatively we start down,

Learning the hidden ropes.

 

I am coasting smoothly for a moment

But I am new at this yet, for soon I meet

The snow in a thump of ruined glory.

Maybe giggling glory, as I take a seat.

 

I was meant for the night, times like these

Where the world is dark and we can show

Our true selves. I grab a handfull of

The white stuff: Soon we all hurl snow.

 

Laughing a truce, we start off again.

But of course, down we go. Try, try

Is all you can do. Get up off the ground

And try yet again to learn how to fly.

 

The night is not long enough for me,

But alas, the clock is striking six, so early.

With a sigh and a longing glance behind,

I promise myself we will come back, surely.

 

The same music that boosted me earlier

Now coaxes me, singing a lullaby.

I nod off to sleep against my will,

Head leaning against someone nearby.

 

I dream of snowy hills, beckoning me

To relax and enjoy the ride down

And converse with my lift-mates

As if we had been previously known.

 

Who needs a winter wonderland?

Why, anyone would know, count me.

What would I have done to stay there

Amidst the exotic, snowy sea?

 

I have only to close my eyes and I'm there

Left foot strapped to a board, humming

A song on my way up and taking this

Beauty in to replay later, heart's strumming.

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Bahh happiness who wants it! Well actually when it's such cheerful metred discussion of an event even I can like it, I just won't admit it.

 

 

Quite nice!

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