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Even though it's not exactly about skiing I have always loved Stopping by the Woods by Robert Frost:


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Being wide awake at 12:30 at night and missing skiing, I figured why not try my hand at piecing something together and twenty minutes of hitting the keyboard I came up with this:




A year or two ago the skiing Haiku thread really took off, so I figured I would see if just a general whatever style you want skiing poetry thread might garner some interest. Please feel free to add your own original works.