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Powder poetry

Dear Editor:

Purity of the powder

Cool wind in my face

The air is getting louder

As I head to the base

I am fearless and strong

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Surfing on my blade

Here on the mountain is where I belong

I love this glitter til the sun begins to fade

I’m the timid young man

that hangs around town

That is in need of a tan

Get on the purity

You’ll never see a frown.

Tony MacGuire

6th grade student

Aspen Middle School