The White

On a trip for cross counter skiing
Up in  the Snow mountain ranch nature
Experience I have in travel and adventure
But O, I have none in poem writing

The temperatures are below zero in Celsius and Fahrenheit
The cold on every body part hurts
And there is no heating in the yurts
Therefore, we celebrate the night we survived by jumping height

In the hot springs we were running from tub to tub
Boiling in the water like gooses
While the hair in the air freezes
And why not, some snow on our skin we rub
 

With me John, Jenny, Paige, and later also Jordan
Going out while it is chilly
That made some call us silly
Let's enjoy next year the sun and heat in Jordan