Treasure Island

Brittany Marsh

(07-01-1992 / jamestown NY)

The snow

The feel of the snow
Coming down on my face
I must be in another world
The most bitchin' place
The wind in my hair
Oh, the wonderful breeze
My heart is content
My mind is at ease
I'm all alone
By myself on the slopes
It lifts up my feelings
My thoughts and my hopes
The swoosh and the swish
As my board turns
As each day comes
Theres somthing new to learn
Just me on my board
Blazing a new trail
Knowing that together
We could never fail
I live for the slopes
I live for the snow
With out these luxuries
I'd have nowhere to go
Oh, how wonerful
Life can be
With the snow and the board
As you can plainly see

Submitted: Friday, May 12, 2006

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