I
love to glide on the smooth skiing slopes
The
sensation of sliding through the snow
The
golden sun will come out soon I hope
The
shadows are replaced by a great glow
The
warming heat has beat the awful cold
The
soaring soft blue sky is very clear
Those
metal poles for hours I have to hold
My
stomach growls I know lunch time is near
My
goggles they protect me from the sun
The
sparkling solar rays bounce off the white
We
race down the vast lofty slopes so fun
I
hit a great jump and am taking flight
So
then back home in the big bus we drive
A
long drive then the buses they arrive