[Noozhawk’s note: Second in a series.]
Please return to Part 1 of this poem in last week’s column before continuing, then let’s commence with the final 16 verses.
I trust you’ll appreciate the dramatic ending.
‘Upon Golden Skis’ — Part 2
Then too, I took off, skiing closely in his track.
He surged straight ahead, never looking back,
Deftly cutting left and right through the woody glen,
Abruptly breaking as we reached the end.
All that lay ahead was a dep expansive cliff.
He thanked me as a friend, and wondered if
I was prepared to join Him and ski alongside