Sliding on a blanket of snow,
I speed, I swerve, I tumble.
I crash to a speeding stop just before i hit the ice;
I'm the pilot and the wheel, I'm the runner and the shoes,
If you're looking for a sport...
I'm sure sledding is what you'd choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great line 4 - very perceptive