The Winter Time

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The Winter Time

By: Luca Jadric

 

There goes the summer breeze,

The last breath of lovely flowers and trees

Here comes the freezing weather,

Winter’s welcoming us to get together

 

Inside your warm and comfy home,

You sit and enjoy the winter biome

Baking gingerbread cookies in the evening,

And wrapping presents before sleeping

 

You head out to go up the mountain,

Rising higher and higher before feeling uncertain

But once you reach the top,

You feel the world stop

 

Every breath

 

Every step

 

Sending a jitter of enticement,

And making you feel so much excitement!

 

You speed down going fast,

Wanting to never be the last

But once you reach the bottom,

There appears to be a problem

 

You don’t want to stop

 

You ski until your body is sore,

And until your strength is poor

Then you go back home with the falling sun,

And relax in this world of so much fun

 

Authors Note:

I chose to write this poem about what I love most. It’s about my winter most years. We love to go skiing, it’s our favorite sport. Making cookies, not only gingerbread, and Christmas is what we always do as tradition. We usually spend about a week either in Utah or Colorado in different places skiing all day. We love to explore the mountains and travel to new places. Thank you for reading my poem about what I love.

Sincerely,

Luca Jadric