Stopping by Skis on a Snowy Day
by Brittany Walker
Whose skis these are I think I know
He’s sitting in the ski lodge though
He will not see me stopping here
While these slopes fill up with snow.
The tourists there must think me weird
To not rest in the warm lodge here
I’d rather ski than eat my lunch
This record snow day of the year.
I give my little head a shake
Those inside made a big mistake
For powder days are meant to ski
I love to taste each bright snowflake.
The snow is lovely, light, and deep
Though I would like to stop and eat
I’ve miles to ski in the backcountry
And miles to ski before I sleep.
A parody based off of:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
