Silver Medal
Poetry Zone Contest
On the Occasion of the London Olympics
Poetry Zone Contest
On the Occasion of the London Olympics
A thousand flakes, descending in harmony
Never a more wonderful sight to see
Creating a still marvellous land
Disrupted by the "whoosh" of man
Never a more wonderful sight to see
Creating a still marvellous land
Disrupted by the "whoosh" of man
For never has he ever been so free
Racing straight into winter's gate
Not knowing what surprises await
The sky is grey as night
Lit by a bleak canvas of white
Feet of snow coming in by the score
Leaving him breathless to silently adore
Lit by a bleak canvas of white
Feet of snow coming in by the score
Leaving him breathless to silently adore
As this endless storm will not forgive
He must hurry if he wishes to live
He dashes down the hill, faster than sound
His fiery tracks pointing homeward-bound
He must hurry if he wishes to live
He dashes down the hill, faster than sound
His fiery tracks pointing homeward-bound
He smoothly sways down to his barn
Where a soothing aroma wafts so warm
He puts his skis on the barren earth
Then rests by the flames of the flickering hearth
Where a soothing aroma wafts so warm
He puts his skis on the barren earth
Then rests by the flames of the flickering hearth
A thousand flakes descending in harmony
Never more a wonderful sight to see
Creating a still marvellous land
Undisturbed by any sound of man
Never more a wonderful sight to see
Creating a still marvellous land
Undisturbed by any sound of man