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Silent Joys of Cross Country Skiing (a poem)

Updated on September 4, 2016
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While teaching at the University of Wyoming for 25 years, Richard F. Fleck enjoyed his free time cross country skiing in and around Laramie.

Juneaukid on skis

Silent Joys of Cross Country Skiing

cross country skiing

In silence of aspen and spruce

laced with snow catching rays

of sun low in the sky, feeling

like Laplanders, we glide over

a winding trail, winding its way

on mythic levels through the woods

into white meadows deep with snow

and up to ridges with sidesteps or

herring-bones, to turn around and

come sliding down whizzing past

branches and down into hollows

along a stream muted with ice,

numbing our minds stilled in wonder,

as we ski down through endless

time, five thousands years.

Have you ever been cross-country skiing?

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Happy Jack Ski Area

© 2009 Richard Francis Fleck


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    • juneaukid profile image

      Richard Francis Fleck 5 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      I appreciate very much your comment--sorry to be so late!

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      dohn121 8 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York

      I loved this poem, as it's lyrical as it is beautiful. Thank you, juneaukid.

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      Hello, hello, 8 years ago from London, UK

      That is a really thoughtful and enjoyable poem. Thank you.