The snow is too strong at the top
And I can’t see where I’m going,
My skis are too long for a stop
So I might fall off this mountain.
I hold my breath and grip my poles
Head on down and face the cold,
I’ve worked so hard to still keep standing
I’m flying blind but I’ll stick the landing.
The sun is coming up but I’m going home.
I see a light that leads my path
In all my nights she breaks the dark,
My guide through this bleak blizzard
Brings blue the sky like the magic of a wizard.
I see paper peaks of great distance
And paper slopes in front of me,
I carve my name on snow resistance
And circle down this mountain key.
The sun is coming up but I’m going home.
Green pastures near the bottom
By a Red Rose Bed,
I have almost but forgotten
What’s around my speeding sled.
The cool crisp air of Jennica’s care
The flirting kiss of living like this,
We’re almost done this brutal year
So don’t sleep yet or you might miss.
The sun is coming up but I’m going home.
Will Makin studies at Erasmus University College and writes a poem for Erasmus Magazine every month. He explains what the poem is about:
“The poem is inspired by my time in the Les Deux Alpes over a holiday break. I tried to capture the gruelling and torturous end of the academic term through a blizzard on a mountain top, that is then contrasted by the freedom of a holiday as gliding through snow. However, as I look near the bottom of the mountain and see that time will lead us home, I anticipate the last miles of university to finish then falling in love with the summer, and through it all, I’m thankful to be alive.”
