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Winter’s Test

The air is crisp. A serene scent of pine lingers faintly in the frosty air. The sun, poking its dim rays from the heavy clouds, barely exists in the wintry sky. The temperature is around a comfortable thirty degrees. It is a skier’s paradise in Stowe, Vermont today. The snow is extra fluffy, which resembles the texture of a pristine marshmallow. Whoosh! Only the echoes of skiers crunching into the soft frozen precipitation can be heard on the huge mountain. The young eleven-year old is about to commence his expedition down a double-black diamond ski trail. He knows that a double-black diamond is the most challenging trail on the whole mountain.  This truly marks his first risk or challenge at this point in his life. The boy can feel his heart pounding with fear throughout his lean chest. Adrenaline rushes through his veins like the Colorado River runs through the Grand Canyon.

As he looks down at the one hundred degree angle of sheer ice and treachery, the roots of his body formally known as legs are shaking rapidly as he takes his first step onto the slope. He descends down the path, gingerly whisking through the synthetic, powdery snow that the machine just laid down. It is only there to conceal the skiers and snowboarders’ mortal enemy: ice. As he glides over the ice, his razor-sharp edges of the skis carve into the ice, which is synonymous with ice skating. The youthful skier is making his way down the mountain in a rather methodical manner. Pole plant and turn, pole plant and turn. Other skiers watch in amazement as the boy rips through the mountain’s terrain! This shows his maturation, his ability to overcome adversity, and his fears.  The warm, tantalizing aroma of the Waffle Haus invades his nostrils as he reaches the base of the mountain. This marks the conclusion of the double-black diamond trail. Filled with absolute joy, he throws his hands into the air as if he just won the seventh game of the World Series!

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Mountain Man

A Mountain Man with Grizzly Eyes

Lives on Land in Mountains High

He runs like a Beast and

Beneath the Starlit Sky he sleeps

Mountain Man in Mountains High

In love with Wilderness Uncivilized

Screams at the Trees and

Howls with the Wind

In Wilderness Uncivilized,

Until one Day

Men take him Away

From his Land beneath the Sky

And Dress Him in clothes and

bring him to the Town

There they tell the Mountain Man

To sleep in House and wear Hat and Buttoned

Jacket,

The Mountain Man drinks Whiskey and Wine

and People all say

How He’s doing Fine,

All Dressed up and Drinking the wine

But at Night the Mountain Man can

Still see the stars

And he knows that beyond the Cold, Stone walls

of Chaotic civilized Town,

There was the Mountain

And when he is in bed he sobs quietly

the tears roll Down his Roughened skin

But the Men of the Town

had said it’s a Sin

To live where there is No God

So the Mountain Man stayed and

Lived out his Days

In the Barbarically civilized Town

And at Night his very Soul would Ache and

silently He cried

Quietly and All Alone until

Mountain Man had

Died


Frontier

Out into the Frontier

We ride

Our Hearts filled with Fear

And Foolish Pride

Into broken Horizon

And slate coloured Waves

Rain pours on

Over hollow caves

Of water and Cold

The roll of Thunder

Seals our Last oathe sold

To skeleton hands that drag us under

The moving hills are tombs

In the place that is Never still,

Where Liquid Mountains boom

As their Hollow caverns fill

And Empty waves

Pound away in the Madness

Nothing else saves

Us from our Sadness.

Out into the Frontier

We ride,

To Disappear,

To Hide.


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