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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

Happy Father’s Day Poem

 

Dear Dad,

May all of your drives hit the green and roll up to the pin.

And when you put for birdie they always go in.

May you make lite work of all your household chores.

And when you’re rowing the dingy may you never lose an ore.

May your sails never luff and forever fill with wind.

And may each journey end as safely as they begin.

May all your ski days have no lift lines and bright skies.

I hope your boots stay comfortable, and you keep your in shape thighs.

May your wife always love you and your truck never run out of gas.

After 40 years of life I finally understand what you mean by

“it goes by fast”…Happy Father’s Day Pop! Have Fun!

Your son, The Daddy Adjustment