By hailey joe
The cold barren mountain
Is now empty
Alone
The journey up is silent
Everyone’s face frozen
Unable to talk
Just sit quietly waiting
We stare tirelessly
At the long way up
Counting down seconds
Till we start our journey down
Empty lifts creak back and forth
like broken floor boards
echoing in the silence
The darkness escapes
as the warm yellow pours in
Lights as big as mountains
Flick on
Illuminating the path down
the cold barren mountain
As we escape
The safety of the lift
We start our journey down
The cold barren mountain
The winds pinch my bare face
As my snowboard slices
The now ice like snow
The lift felt as though we had waited years
But the way down lasted a minute
It felt as though we were flying
Through the sky
Flowing with excitement
We head in
Ending the trip with that as
our last ride
Reflection questions
- I did a sensory poem
- I choose this event because every year I go on a snowboarding trip with 4 other families and the last ride of the day is always very cold and everyone is tired but it’s really important and special.
- Exhausted and cold
- Even though the trip up and down may do cold and exhausting the trip down is always worth it
- Lights as big as mountains and Empty lifts creak back and forth like broken floor boards
- I changed lite to illuminated and I changed empty to barren.
- It was easy but some parts were tricky like descriptive word choice
- I’m pretty happy I feel like the poem turned out pretty good