Ski Hill (Chardon, Ohio) Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
Ski Hill (Chardon, Ohio)
Crammed into snowsuits like overstuffed
sausages, rainbow colored scarves
hid determined grins. Clouds of warmth
billowed up from our bellies as we marched,
dragging wood and metal in our wake.
No path in the dazzling white ocean,
only instinct and children's screams
carried in the wind's ear, winding through
the forest playground, calling us forward,
full of careless snowy frolicking song.
Once at the sacred crest we flew
on frozen feet, bouncing padded bellies
on a wild wood mustang footloose
and flopsy mare, as the frigid white
rushed into our blinded mute senses.
After 75 seconds of this eternity,
we trudged upwards again and again
to swallow a dozen more flights of reckless
abandonment knowing steaming cocoa awaited
to melt us back into warm elfin flesh.
Your vocabulary is so descriptive, I could almost taste the hot cocoa. Excellent literary piece. A 10+............
Cheryl, You frosty little nymph! How can you live in Florida after that? I know! , NOW... you are smart enough to know that you can get hurt doing that. But, wasn't it great fun? B.V.A.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 9:22:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Clouds of warmth billowed up from our bellies as we marched, dragging wood and metal in our wake.' Love that! With most of my extended family in OH and a good many years in New England, I knew exactly where you were heading. Your description of the day is enviable. So, too, is the glee embedded in this piece. You leave me aware that I've often missed the joy of that 'dazzling white ocean' for suffering a frustration upon having been, so often, surrounded by it when I'd rather be elsewhere... Christine