• Ode to the Sledder

    I do not like green grass and sand
    I do not like the summer land
    I do not like the asphalt bare
    I do not see the snow, no-where

    I do not like this summer fate
    I can not stand to wait and wait
    I dream of snow all day and night
    I slept on my sled, That's just "not right"

    I plan and scheme the next trip out
    I - am - sick, there is no-doubt
    I have a bug, with just one cure
    To sled the peaks, that is for-sure.

    The powder is my one true love,
    To view the valleys, from up above.
    To pull the lever and shoot strait up
    To jump the woops and win the cup

    In November I will not Dally...
    The 1st snow-fall, I'll shoot down my Alley
    With my Klim Wear, from neck to toe.
    From that point on, I'll be "good to go"

    Out west I'll head to Golden or Revy
    At the end of the day, there'll be several Bevy's
    Long hours in the truck, I'll savor the change
    And the cheap hotels we'll frequent again.

    I do not like green grass and sand...
    I do not like this summer fate
    I can not stand to wait and wait....

    Summer Sucks!