Skiing Bottle
By Amber S
Clink, clank, go my skis, ting, tang, goes the metal.
Whoosh, whoosh, goes the wind, gurgle, gurgle, goes the water.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!
Snow falling down the mountain,
Running like a frozen fountain,
Cold and refreshing, keeps you hydrated.
Black and silver is the bottle,
White is the cold colour of the snow.
Far away in a land of snow,
Where the water doesn’t flow!
Whizzing down the steep mountain slope,
Definitely not very slow!
Crouching low.
Don’t fall over!
Wind thrashing, pushing me aside.
My bottle gives me the strength, the strength to keep going.
My bottle came from Thredbo.
There are many adventures there.
My bottle keeps me confident.
Stops my giving up.