I grew up with a love of tricks, stairs and rails,

10 years a skate rat then the heaviest of bails,

My passion torn from me by ligaments and bones,

A once fulfilled life now full of unknowns.

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But then shone a light from another direction,

A plastic shelled boot, a work of perfection,

They may smell horrific, bruise shin, calf and toe,

But they keep my foot on, so I'll let that go.

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I hopped on a plane and went powder chasing,

Steep lines and drops, set my heart a-racing,

And as the years passed, I moved into the park,

Then on to the streets to keep skiing after dark.

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Now tricks, stairs and rails are back on my mind,

And I've replaced tre flips with spins front and blind,

I live for the mountains, they're part of my being,

All thanks to the boots, that brought me to skiing.