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Glenshee Ski Slopes |
"Glenshee"
by Isobel Houston Form VI |
The alarm clocks
ring at 5:30,
The children are cold, tired and
shirty,
Go to have a quick bowl of "Shreddies",
And try to go back to their
beddies,
But they resist with little glee,
For they are going to Glenshee.
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Parents
too arise from their beds,
Still groaning and rubbing their
heads,
Drive their children to the
school,
Keeping to the very strict rule,
That every skier really must be,
At the front steps by 6:20.
The mini bus
twists and turns,
Tummies rumble and churn,
Until we arrive at Cairnsport,
Where teachers get out to sort
The lists of hirers and ski boots,
We all pour out and warm our
toots.
Once the blue
buses are parked,
The cold grim faced teachers bark,
For us to arrange our skis
And receive our passes with a
"Please!"
We are told to line up in our
group,
And leave our warm tomato soup.
Up we go to the
top of the lift
Now we all feel a little miffed,
To feel the wind howl in our
faces,
We cannot see any of the places
We are here at snowy Glenshee,
And we are all ready to ski.
Although the
journey is tough,
And some of the skiing is rough,
We're sure to always enjoy it,
And love every single bit,
We always have a fun filled day,
And are tired but happy when we
go away! |
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