Ski
Down sunlit slopes of snow I slide,
A
zigzag slither side to side,
And watch the others as they glide.
I wonder
how they do it.
The instructor’s words I always
hear,
Making sure I stand so near,
I’m almost sitting in his
ear.
You’d think that I could do it.
And as we waddle to and fro,
And down the
nursery slopes we go,
It’s me that crashes in the snow.
How do the
others do it?
Then suddenly it comes to me,
This is the
way you learn to ski.
The knack of it, like ABC.
I know just how to do
it!
And from that day down mountains ski.
That
small red speck is really me.
I fly like wind, so wild and free.
You
betcha I can do it.
And now the others look to me,
As dignified
and calm I ski.
And watch their falls with open glee.
They wonder how I
do it.
And finally on the last day
We pack our
skis and go our way.
There’s only one thing left to say.
I always
knew I’d do it!
Janet Johnson