Snowy Mountains
By Matthew F
The river flows with flakes of ice
Collecting the water with my bottle
Stepping deep in the snow
My feet sink.
I get back with the water
The fires roaring bright orange
The sun setting behind the fire
As the colours blend I begin to dose off.
Coming out of the colours flying down the snow
He hits a jump on the snowboard
Lands and coming roaring into camp
Between the trees he stops.
As we walk away from the site
The memories will always be there
The sun rises behind us
Lighting up the hills and the snow.