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Daniel F.

Snowboarding

I feel the fierce winds ripping at my clothes,
tearing like lions at the skin exposed.
The ocean of snow twirls up all around me.
I reach to see if I’m still strapped in tightly.
The snow and sleet now have taken my sight.
Like a wool blanket, the snow holds me tight.
The rocks and trees below stir up my fear.
They’re obstacles I’ll have to bravely clear.
Trees seem like a labyrinth, thick and dense.
The rocks and cliffs ahead appear immense.
My knees beneath me now begin to bend.
My time on top has now come to an end.
My board below me now begins to slide.
Like a train starting, I set for the ride.

I pick up speed and then faster I go.
I’m sliding on air; joy is all I know.
The decisions need to be made so fast.
Now drive the knees to turn, to get past.
Like a good student, the board obeys me,
darting away, taking me to safety.
One hurdle is cleared, another comes up.
I dodge and duck, I cannot get enough.
Sensations felt are one of a kind.
I’m the king of the world, the mountain is mine.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]