Poetry

I put my pen to paper to talk about my trance
And then I hear the TV talk about an Avalanche
The snow was in the mountains way up high
So white and foamy it could almost touch the sky
The skiers were all skiing and it was a gorgeous alpine day
Then the TV said the whole thing went astray.........
The sheets of snow started sliding, it was a beautiful, terrible sight
Nature's wrath of winter; no one could stop with all their might
Not one but two slides of snow came to rest
No skiers were in view, the ski patrol was called to do it's best
They started making markers of where the skiiers might be
There might have been twenty or more
They found two by a tree
The troupe worked throughout the night and dug the glossy snow
The whole thing was such a fright-seven skiiers left to go
The only thing that they could do was say a long, long prayer
For all the skiiers to make it and be in their loving care
It seems as if the avalance had taken them away; but they were found 
three hours later after everyone had prayed.....