The mountain sat high up in the sky.

I looked down and truly believed I could fly.

I strapped the board on my feet

And prayed my ride would not go awry.

I jumped to go forward and raced so my sister would not beat.

The snow fell in a thick sheet.

I leaned to the left and to the right, dodging the trees and the rocks.

I began to feel the heat.

My hat held back my long locks,

And I felt the warmth from my socks.

The smooth snow helped me slide,

And I felt the speed give me a shock.

The forest left my path wide

I used the tall pines as my guide.

As I approached the bottom of the hill, my ride filled me with pride.