Creative Traditional:

[Terence]

He stood atop the mountain, high;
the world lay at his feet.
But little did he know this track
would be the one to beat
… the downhill skier

For years he’d tried, and finally,
he’d made it to the top;
his life was always full-ahead,
nobody dared to stop
… the downhill skier

He started down the slope with speed
and then began to blow,
for he was getting out of breath.
There was no way to slow
… the downhill skier

Snow dust was flying everywhere;
it all went up his nose.
His friends called out for him to quit
but no one could oppose
… the downhill skier

He kept along the two white lines,
and he made good headway,
until an avalanche came down
and quickly swept away
… the downhill skier

He lay cold on his table top;
a glint was in one eye
as if he finally had found
a trip to satisfy
… the downhill skier

[JolieH]

LOL,
That was a rotten trip - love these narrative poems, great description and action.

[Terence]

Thanks for your comments Jolie. It was certainly a rotten 'trip'. From your response, I'm not sure if you got the full gist but I'll take it that you did.

Thanks, Terence

[Moonchild]

Wonderful story in this and well told.
Good rhyming and rhythm and meter.
This was really well written. I very
much enjoyed, thanks!