A random poem I made up for my english class.

[rushyrulz]

Double post for the sake of organization:

My revised edition:

Winter is here,
the weather is clear,
the air, so crisp and cold.

The mountains are covered,
The trees are all smothered,
Nature's true beauty be told.

Hitting the slopes,
I know how to cope.
All my grief consoled.

Flying down hills
Showing my skills
It makes me feel so bold.

I know that noon,
will come quite soon
My fun to be put on hold.

But my board is waxed.
I'm all ready to go,
As my journey begins to unfold.