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By Jackson CSnowboarding
I’m in the mountains
In all the white fluffy snow
Time to do some jumps
Hit the big take off
I go flying through the air
I hope that I land
Thick heavy powder
Time for a day in the trees
Try not to hit one
In all the white fluffy snow
Time to do some jumps
Hit the big take off
I go flying through the air
I hope that I land
Thick heavy powder
Time for a day in the trees
Try not to hit one
In The Trees
The mountains are my safe place, my home, my bed.
The trees are wooden buildings that’ll out live me.
The ocean is the calm relief of sleep.
The grass is a green pillow to lay my head.
The loud noisy streams are a song that’s perfectly in key.
And the animals are the people who leave without a peep.
The trees are wooden buildings that’ll out live me.
The ocean is the calm relief of sleep.
The grass is a green pillow to lay my head.
The loud noisy streams are a song that’s perfectly in key.
And the animals are the people who leave without a peep.
Simile Poem
Tall as a mountain
Thin as a page
Calm as a fountain
Strong as a cage
Dumb as a rock
Sharp as a pin
Slow as a clock
Competitive as a win
Fast as a car
Bright as a light
Fit as a fountain
Rare as a kite
Thin as a page
Calm as a fountain
Strong as a cage
Dumb as a rock
Sharp as a pin
Slow as a clock
Competitive as a win
Fast as a car
Bright as a light
Fit as a fountain
Rare as a kite