Saturday, December 24, 2016

Christmas Eve Day

I promised I'd write a poem to
capture her disappearing into the distance on
her skate skis, a novice no more.
a few lessons from yours truly, and off she goes.
a rather awkward gazelle, still finding her legs,
but with boundless endurance, energy and
As soon as I catch up, breathing hard, she asks
if I'm ready in a cheery voice and takes off.
Ah, youth!
And so it goes, two rounds of Buckeye Basin,
back on Peterson's and up Roller Coaster.
I am so proud to have survived,
it was even great fun,

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