.5. All Downhill Poem by David Threadgold

Blue skies snow on mountains topping
Cable cars now climbing
Dreams of champagne corks a popping
If you get the timing

Helmets boots skies and mask
Bright suits that fit so tight
Help required from gods they ask
Each pray with all their might

Every country sends their best
To represent their skill
All will wear a numbered vest
Whilst skiing down the hill

Nerves forgotten all is well
At the gate they wait
When the starter rings the bell
Your heart increased its rate

Polished wax on ski’s now racing
Preparations done
At the finish cheering faces
You take number one


© 2008 David Threadgold
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