Watching him ski down the hill
Never once taking a spill
Graceful and elegant in style
Brought an easy gentle smile
He was born to ski assuredly
Certainly no need for insecurity
Yet he was humble through it all
Never making others feel small
I watched from the sidelines in awe
Clearly attempting with chutzpah
To make it to the chair lift
That in itself would be a gift
I slipped and slid and flailed about
My first experience left me in doubt
I could ever reach that level of finesse
There it is I see it now, I made it, yes!
