Holding these Moments Dear

This is a poem about skiing with friends by Julia Lieberman.

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Holding These Moments Dear

We throw back our heads and laugh with glee

We can’t wait to try out our rental skis

We’re delighted to be in the gentle breeze

Nobody is there

Nobody can judge or stare

As we fall through the dust-covered trees

Into the out-of-bounds

We must stand our own grounds

We are responsible alone

For the cold winter wonderland

Adventures are unplanned

And from our experiences we grow

The fresh air blows

A white firework show

As free styled and daring we go

On light fluffy clouds filled with a treat

Run after run we complete

The first tracks in the marvelous, care-free snow

We bounce down the sparkling run

Underneath the cold shining sun

For miles and miles it’s clear

Snow covered mountains wink

In the bright sun we grin and blink

Holding these precious moments dear