Snow Blind Joe...{ Lyrical Version } Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

How do you do it...how do you see
In the eyes of solar brilliancy,

Trees obscured from drifts of white
Reflecting off the mid-day's light.

Warping angles thrust your glide,
on wooden feet that keep your stride

For the winning or from the wipe-out,
Speed causes eyes a white out.

Goggles don't help this sloping hell;
Mist to ice, and ice to shell.

Yet, still, you somehow negotiate
The snow-fogged trail to break the tape

'Tis why they've donned you Ski-Bird
Twisting movements, quite absurd.

And I'll swear to the snow gods high;
Joe, you have to be SNOWBLIND!


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