Erin Puschak

Skiing

As I look down the mountain,
I see small trees, the trail,
And the lift that brought me here.
Everything is covered in a blanket of white.
My eyes travel back,
To the trail on which I am about to travel down.
The frozen air hits my face.
Suddenly a burst of energy,
I make my way down,
Swerving and turning
Until the end.



[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]


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