I Run to the window
and look at the snow
my yards wrapped in powder
like a white Christmas bow.
All is untouched
virgin snow is abound
that is until tomorrow
when my track hits the ground.
I snap on the throttle
my skis start to lift
I carve through the cold
and blast through a drift.
Deep into the woods
my sled pulls me away
I forget all my worries
that plagued me today.
It’s funny how a sled
makes you forget all thats wrong
when you feather your throttle
hearing your sweet two-stroke song.
Deep into the woods
I’ll ride & I’ll play
for tomorrow’s anew
but will end the same way.
Snowmobiling on Christmas Day
By catmandu170
Copyright (C) 2024, Snowmobile Association of Massachusetts. All rights reserved
