Monday, August 31, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 41


When I take to the slopes
Midst snow-covered peaks
I ready my mind
For whatever’s to come:
Each run a challenge,
Never the same.
’Tis this that compels me
To be one with the hill,
To know the sensation
Of each run’s thrill.
Aye, the thrill of the run,
And what’s more, it’s fun !

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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