Here's a poem that I found on the internet last year. I actually printed it off and put it up on the wall. Enjoy!
I do not like green grass and sand
I do not like the summer land
I do not like the asphalt bare
I do not see the snow, no-where
I do not like this summer fate
I can not stand to wait and wait
I dream of snow all day and night
I slept on my sled, that's just "not right"
I plan and scheme the next trip out
I - am - sick, there is no-doubt
I have a bug, with just one cure
To sled the peaks, that is for sure.
The powder is my one true love,
To view the valleys from up above.
To pull the lever and shoot straight up
To jump the woops and win the cup
In november I will not Dally...
The first snow fall, I'll shoot down my alley
With my Klim wear, from neck to toe.
From that point on I'll be "good to go."
Out west I'll head to Golden or Revy
At the end of the day, there'll be several bevy's
Long hours in the truck, I'll savour the change
And the cheap hotels we'll frequent again.
I do not like green grass and sand..
I do not like this summer fate
I can not stand to wait and wait....
Summer Sucks!