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Renee W.

Gift Of Winter

In the woods,
On a board,
Sitting in the snow.
Waiting in the trees for my friends to catch up,
I can hear the silence of the snow,
The faint scratching of skis on ice
And the laughter of my friends as one falls down.

New snow begins to fall, to create another blanket on the mountain.
I look beyond, through the beautiful white scenery,
To see rows and rows of huge oaks, standing like soldiers,
Stick straight, enjoying the scenery as I am.
I sit thinking, waiting, and enjoying.

The pleasant flakes tickle my face as they slowly fall down.
I begin to remember how lucky I am
To be snowboarding and enjoying a moment like this.

Slowly the snow begins to pick up and the wind begins to howl.
It burns my face, like the sun on a warm summer’s day.
However, this is not summer.
Not even close.
No moment is as good
And as my friends draw nearer out of the white canvas
I silently thank God for winter.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]