Playing on the mountain by Palo Stickland

Trundling up in this chairlift
Hunching into my collar
Higher and higher
Colder and colder

Leaving behind the clamour
Of those who, ant-like
Follow each other
Down the lower slopes

I am first
To reach the top

Lifting the safety bar
Sliding on to the waiting piste
A crown of peaks all around
Sharp, snow covered

Under the blue sky
They watch me

I am centre stage
Racing down the mountain
Hearing the sliding of my skis
On the new snow

And there, I heard that voice say
Play on, little one, this is your day.

2 thoughts on “Playing on the mountain by Palo Stickland

  1. Thank you so much, Rangam. I’m still very busy writing. Must try and get a website going.

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