Snowboarding Poems
The Snowboarder’s Rush Gliding on slopes, a realm of white,A snowboarder dances in the light.The mountain whispers, a siren’s call,In this snowy kingdom, he feels so tall.Beneath his feet, the board does slide,Over the snow, a graceful glide.Each turn a dance, a swift pirouette,In winter’s arms, no need to fret.The wind rushes by, a chilly…