Think you can tell what im doing before the poem ends ?
|My heart beating faster and faster, I can feel it pounding out of my chest.
A chilled gust of wind blows my way, Sending goosebumps up and down my arms and legs.
My nose is rudolph red from the speeding winds against my face.
Blinded, for all I see is white.
At last, I came to a stop.
My heart slows down.
Still frozen from the wind.
At the same time I feel as though im defrosting.
Just to have the pleasure and joy of grabbing my sled,
Climbing the hill that awaits ahead of me, to do it
Again and again and again.