Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Dogsledding Poem


Wind,
Blowing a frigid, deathly chill against my face;
The majestic beasts,
Swiftly sprinting,
Lone mavericks forming a single unit 
The scent of fresh unpolluted air filling my lung,
Adrenaline, 
Runs through my body;
Brute force,
Determined dogs dragging dense sled
Astonished;
The snow dancing in the wind gracefully,
Surrounding me like a fortress of ice blocking me from all of my worries in the city;
The exhilaration,
What more is there?