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Since this board was re-vamped, this is my 3,500th posting. (Approx. 2,500 on the old board) so I thought I would look back on a few of my dafter postings over the years and some of the poem I wrote. Unfortunately The Wall poem I cannot find, but here are a few of the others.

WILL THE SNOW FALL?
I spoke to God the other day, and asked what's the special way,
To pray for snow on bended knee, or travel forth and wait and see,
He thought a while and then replied, just go there Pete to the mountainside,
Be full of joy and make new friends, and stay there till the moment ends,
For snow will fall where it decides, I cannot change where it resides,
Just venture forth and treat each day, as a gift to cherish come what may,
For soon you will be homeward bound, with tears of joy and new friends found.
So all you people yet to go, and full of fear for lack of snow,
Just chill a while, all will be fine, and that came from the great devine.

WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DIE IN PAMPOROVO

You milkman doesn't get paid.
Somebody else gets to use your lift pass.
The Bellman looses another customer.
The flower lady smiles a big smile.
A stool becomes available at the bar in BJ'S.
Shares in Bulgarian Brandy drop.
The Balkan rep will realise your dead 1 week later.
The Mafia will say they had nothing to do with it.
The ski school will charge you extra for not returning your skis on time.
There will be a spare seat on the return flight.


But the best bit of all would be........ You died in heaven!




YOUR CHOICE WAS RIGHT

As I dream away these winter nights
And dream of people catching flights,
To places far and places near,
And meeting friends that are so dear,
Of magic moments all in store,
Of new horizons through the door,
Of clinking glasses in friendly places,
Of all those happy smiling faces,
I can't thinking every minute,
Of my hotel room, and who's now in it,
I dream of skiing wild and free,
Where knowone dares to bother me,
Of times to come and jokes to share,
Of special days that are so rare,
We dream our dreams and share our passions,
We shop around for the latest fashions,
For on the slopes we plan to be,
Our very best for all to see,
Brand new clobber, favourite gear,
Can't wear what we wore last year,
But does it matter, who'll give a toss,
If my jeans arn't labelled Hugo Boss,
What's more important every time,
Is to see your smile as big as mine
So dream no more for soon it will be,
An absolute reality,
The slopes are waiting, the mountains call,
The instructors wait to greet you all,
All is ready, all's prepared,
Your going there because you dared,
So sleep you well on this fine night,
You chose Bulgaria..... and your choice was right!

THE MAN WHO INVENTED SKIING

Many, many years ago,
In a foreign land all white with snow,
A man came up with a wonderous thought,
As every day through the drifts he fought.
He felled a tree, then took two branches,
To help him through the avalanches,
Strapped two pieces to his feet,
And started skiing down the street.

The townsfolk cheered him every day,
As through the streets he made his way,
And soon they too were felling trees,
To make their own first pair of skis.
The news then travelled far and wide,
Of a way to decend the mountainside,
And people from the whole world over,
Began to visit Pamporovo.

Now all those years have whistled by,
And many folks have come to try,
This cultured way of having fun,
By skiing down a piested run.
But now our sport is no unique,
For now there is a new technique,
Dispel one ski the young gun roared,
And go for it on just one board.
Turning, twisting, flying, jumping,
Nerves of steel and hearts a-pumping,
Boarding where knoeones been before,
Defying death, then back for more.

So as we go where the snowclouds fall,
Spare a thought for who started it all,
For had that man not invented the ski,
hat a miserable lot we all would be.
Have fun this year beit boarder or skier,
Be wild and brave, be happy and freeier,
And share this passion, our winter love,
To fly the mountains, on the wings of a Dove.

POSTING 3,500 COMPLETE.


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