What do you do when you no longer ski?
Fill your days with other forms of beauty
Nothing is better than poetry
Or a piano sonata by Scarlatti
Enjoy another cup of coffee
Freshly ground
Or sit back with a cup of tea.
And remember some ancient happy day.
Curving down a glorious mountain
Through snow that is freshly fallen.
Comfort, soothing quality, Has this charming poetry. Very nice, Thank you SF
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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!) .