he almost died when his car built with his hands and time,
and some of his money,
rolled over and over and over more times than mortals can
survive the shock of the stop,
after the pounding of every three sixty and hit finally a rocky, outcrop.
But my friend lived, more bumps and bruises than could be counted,
by his girl friend. Years later though,
south wind blew overnight with ten more centimeters, of light white powder,
when two died the slide came down after the copter left,
high in the mountains with no cleft,
to hug or find, safe passage as the snow cascaded faster than his car
ever did, driving him into, through the trees, far
he rolled over and over and over, the mass of white powder pushed
and pounded
until all was still,
and he was one of two held tight in the frozen grasp too long until
they found him,
eight others
were safe that day, as he told them how to do it the right way,
he went first,
then the number two, and that was all it took for the monstrous white
wall to become larger and harder than a rocky outcrop,
the only thing that ever made him stop.
©DWE102013
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC
he almost died when his car built with his hands and time,
and some of his money,
rolled over and over and over more times than mortals can
survive the shock of the stop,
after the pounding of every three sixty and hit finally a rocky, outcrop.
But my friend lived, more bumps and bruises than could be counted,
by his girl friend. Years later though,
south wind blew overnight with ten more centimeters, of light white powder,
when two died the slide came down after the copter left,
high in the mountains with no cleft,
to hug or find, safe passage as the snow cascaded faster than his car
ever did, driving him into, through the trees, far
he rolled over and over and over, the mass of white powder pushed
and pounded
until all was still,
and he was one of two held tight in the frozen grasp too long until
they found him,
eight others
were safe that day, as he told them how to do it the right way,
he went first,
then the number two, and that was all it took for the monstrous white
wall to become larger and harder than a rocky outcrop,
the only thing that ever made him stop.
©DWE102013
for P M, it will be 30 years this 29 Dec since that avalanche, you still finding powder? be safe, friend
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