Skiing Days Gone By Poem by Eugene Levich

the only thing that would be freshly fallen if i went snow skiing would be ME! i never tried it; well maybe on an old pair of wooden skies about 55 years ago on a golf course sledding hill in central new york, probably without poles. i did try water skiing one day, twice i believe. the farthest i got was about 20 feet. memories with musical and beverage accompaniment is safer, especially for duffers like you (and me) . well, i just checked the definition of duffer and it really doesn't fit [were not talking golf, for sure) , BUT i will keep duffers 'cause it sounds so cool. thanks for sharing. :) bri ============================= Eugene On The Slopes ** There goes Eugene, flying by, catching every snow bunny's eye. He carves great swathes as he goes. I hope he don't get frostbite on his toes. ================================== ** two notes on my little offering, above. 1. i know don't ain't proper here, but i like the sound of it better than doesn't. so there! 2. there are some fine photos of snow bunnies online (google if you dare; don't let your partner see what you are looking at!) .

Comfort, soothing quality, Has this charming poetry. Very nice, Thank you SF