A skier one day did make his wayTo the top of the mountainside.He waxed his skis and flexed his knees and then he began to slide.Around a curve he lost his nerve as a tree loomed up ahead.He was found in the spring when the birdies sing -Both he and the tree were dead.

So let the snowflakes fall I've no desire at allTo shiver my toes or shatter my nose or splatter them on a tree.I've but one big desire - a big open fire,A bottle of brew or maybe two, and a girl to drink with me.

You can take it from me that learning to ski Is tougher than you may think.Why go outside and freeze your hideWhen you can stay inside and drink?A bottle of beer or wine is fine, But any old drink is nice.I'll get my scars in nice warm barsInstead of on snow or ice.

Winter TrailsCameron Semple