Playing on a field
A field of white snow
A board under my feet
As down the hill I go
I feel as though I'm gliding
Across a big white cloud
Down the hill I go
As my heart beats out loud
It's beating loud from the rush
I get when I'm snow boarding
I made it again without falling
Inside myself it's me I am applauding
4-15-10/RJH
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