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The Ride
Slide off the chilly lift, a chill breeze nips at your nose.
You push of the icy snow, the hill coming into sight.
You ease yourself down onto the cold, frozen snow, and reach down.
Grab your binding straps, and connect them, hearing the sharp clicks.
You get up; waddle across the frozen terrain towards the edge of the mountain. Look over the hill, and finally take the plunge.
Icy winds whipping at your face, gathering speed as you fly down the hill.
The end is near; you slow down, and slide to a stop, breathless and speechless. Heart pounding, ears pumping, you smile, lean down and undo your binding. You push off towards the lift, getting ready for another amazing run.
Jake Spisak `15
Cloudy View From Miles Above
I may be made up of small particles,
But I am vast like water in the seas.
I am simple like some news articles,
And I travel with the most gentle breeze.
I provide protection for life below, Trapping in warmth, acting as a cover. Sometimes I precipitate icy snow, Only when I am too dense to hover.
I see life progressing from this great height.
I travel swiftly moving place to place,
As the sun beats down on my back so bright. The other clouds and I have a small race.
My color is never the same, some say, But usually I am shades of gray.
Patrick Nock `15
Skiing, Anthony Heglas `15
Horizon
Painting House, Bethany Doucette `15
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