Jack L.

I Am Skis

                                     

I am skis.

I wonder why I slide.

I hear whoosh,whoosh,whoosh!

I see the powdery white snow.

I want to go on the chair lift to hang out.

I am going to fly in the air when the skier does a jump.

I pretend I am a sore old man.

I feel so old and tired.

I touch snow every day.

I understand that I am used to get exercise.

I say, “Ouch,Ouch,Ouch” as I touch the moguls.

I dream that the snow is as soft as a big pillow so I’m not sore.