Skiing - Poem by JJ Evendon
It’s my third day and things are going well.
I’ve only fallen down once and it hurt like hell.
Today is going great and nothing is going to get in my way.
For I’ve fallen only once - and that was yesterday.
Why is it I can’t ski?
When all that my instructor keeps saying is ‘benz za knees’.
I ‘benz za knees’, I hold my poles,
hoping this will help me go faster and not slow.
Now the only thing that worries me that I know
are that my skis do not go where I want them to go.
My knees are bent, I’m in the groove,
I try to turn but the skis don’t move.
As I hold my breath I imagine what happens next
either I go round this bend or crash and break my neck.
Somehow I make it with just a snow flake to spare
now I can breathe again - the fresh mountain air.
But no sooner had I drawn my breath and unclenched my teeth
I notice my skis are far too wide underneath.
With my eyes bouncing up and down like demented fleas
I try to focus but my mind feels as though it has turned to cheese.
It’s not looking good I must say
compared to this morning when I thought it would turn out to be a perfect day.
Not so – and here it must end.
Did he make it or go straight and miss the bend?
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