Winter
Family Time
The wind
yelled and cried,
“I’m not
scared,” I lied,
I flew
like a bird without a care,
As the
snow got in my hair.
The snow
bit,
And the
wind hit,
As me and
my happy family soared over snow,
This is
the part that gives the present of skiing fun a glittery bow.
We are a
splash of color on the slope,
Not
falling is a hope,
My hair
blows back,
Fun in
skiing has no lack.
As the
hot chocolate down below called for me to come,
My hands
and feet started to get numb,
Near to the
end I savored the moment,
Time to
go back to the room we rent.
