My Family skis at Craggy Plow

My suitcase barely shuts to close

I overstuff with hearty clothes.

Some bibs will keep us dry and warm

Regardless of a chilly storm.

We fill the car with Capri Sun,

granola, nuts, and chips for fun

But as we travel, I wear shorts

Unlike the rest of my cohorts. 

The snow is falling happily.  

But in the car we’re warm and free. 

As snowfall pelts the windshield now,

We make it up the mountain pass. 

And at the tip of Craggy Plow

Awaits the snow packed lingering crass. 

The snow, it hangs from tippy tops 

On buildings’ caps like they had mops.

And on the buildings in the town

The walls were wood and burnt and brown

The Ye Ol’ Ski Shop calls us down the street,

We step inside, it charms it’s humid heat. 

A melting, waxy scent directs a tease. 

A lowly, lofting breeze, a forceful sneeze.

The lunky boots, my walking stinks,

But soon I’ll shoosh my ski high jinks 

We get our skis, so now we leave

And we decide we need to breath!

In town, we stop at vibrant candy shops. 

We stress to open heavy wooden doors.

A blast of heat transforms the laden cold. 

It breezes-teases-, through my body, bold.  

The breeze, a scent of brazen candy props.   

The slush, it sits atop the beaten floors. 

The candy rushes wooden walls in scores. 

And after eating sugar rushes,

Out the door, with chilly gushes. 

At dusk, the musk of streetlight’s yellow hues,

Reflecting slushy, mushy streets, ensues.  

We make it to our home for now,

A Chalet on a snow packed bow. 

I swing the door, a snow chunk drops

The chimney wafts, and bacon pops. 

The windows frost. It drafts from sills.  

There’s open views of skiing hills. 

I lay in bed with fantasies,

While orange glows with ember breeze

Do keep me warm throughout the night,

As bolder chills, they clash with bite!

I step outside, with skis and boots

Where I meet folks and have some fun!

From side to side we laugh with scoots

-Forgotten sunburns drowned with hoots! 

We’ll ski in snow from heavy storms.

The drift is deep as skiing ends,   

So I’ll have fun with my new friends. 

And when we break, the cocoa warms. 

I’m cozy now, for I feel sweat,

the window shows it’s stormy wet.

Now sitting by the fire’s fun. 

We’re making up for lack of sun.

We share peculiar feelings’ past

And bond impressions sure to last. 

A dying night was all so great. 

We lean aside and soon abate

With memories that last for years,

We stay a little bit for beers. 

And soon we leave, we’re all in bind. 

It’s time to leave our friends behind 

We climb in cars, and all go home. 

But memories forever roam

And holding dreams that never tire

Of one great night and friendly fire.