Troodos
OOO
It snowed yesterday, on the Troodos mountains;
everything was frozen, including some fountains.
It was well below zero but the kids did not care;
they sledged and they skied in the rarefied air.
On Mount Olympus there are four ski slopes
on which young beginners can learn the ropes
but it was far too late for an old fogey like me
who of downhills or slaloms is not a devotee.
So my friend and I went to a mountain bothy
to savour chocolate that was hot and frothy.
Inside the log cabin and away from the snow
we sat by a warm fire and felt a nice glow.
© Luigi Pagano 2017
© ionicus 2020
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Warming poetry, Luigi. Your poem brought back memories of when I was a callow young soldier learning to ski in the Bavarian end of the alps… way back when. After the first couple of days instruction, us hapless squaddies were still only able to shuffle hesitantly down the gentlest of slopes. The local wizz kids went flying passed us shouting, ‘Onderlay, onderlay, onderlay!’ I’d fallen down for the umpteenth time and was sitting dejectedly in the snow with skis and legs akimbo. One of the wizz kids stopped and asked me, ‘Was ist kaput?’. My answer was a rather forlorn,… Read more »
As someone whose skiing ambitions died on the nursery slopes of Meribel, I can only sympathise, Mick. How I envied those kids about a foot high who whizzed past me with consummate ease.
Sod all that cold, I much preferred water skiing in Malta
Mike
Horses for courses, dear Mike. Although I quite enjoy the sun and sandy beaches you wouldn’t catch me water skiing.
Cheers.
Hi Luigi,this takes me back to my days as a novice skier in the Ore Mountains(Erzgebirge,when i was in the Army.Great experience,enjoyed every minute, but was not a really competent skier.Well written, Be lucky Peter.
Well, Peter, I wasn’t even a novice. I blame my lack of success to the fact I was given skis that in my opinion were too long but I was overruled.
Best, Luigi.