Dads’ Ski Poem

Greetings team Daddy!  Hope things are adjusting well.  For some time now I have wanted to share a poem written by one of my best friends and old ski partner.  He sent this to me after a much needed coast to coast pal call.   I have been carrying his words in my wallet for weeks now.  Every time I read it I smile.  Perhaps some of you will encounter similar conditions.  Those were true times my friend filled with the honesty that only nature and outdoor friendship provide. I cannot wait to share winter sports with our daughter! So enjoy my Pals’ bad ass ski poem its Fun!  Booter!!

 Thanks for stopping by!  The D.A.      

I’m about to burst through a mogul of pow

Riding the wind screaming on a mountain high

Dropping a line of trees and turns

Steel edges slash and my left thigh burns

What is below becomes above

Light as a feather

As peaceful as dove

The power of my will

The precision of my intent

Through a forest of iron ice

I ride knowing how to be man

My head held above the clouds

Busting through barriers bum rushing the crowds

Cresting the light of saviors

One with the creators

Nothing else we find inside can define the power when we ride

M. Wright

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Posted on July 25, 2012, in New Dad Survival Guide and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. bring on the white stuff!!! can’t wait to play in it again…isn’t it wonderful to live in New England….it is the Vivaldi of perfection!!

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