
Newton’s Law
On Mountain Tops, white, drifted Snow,
Holds Hearts, uplifted, by the Tow;
Yet Men go back to Valleys low,
To bask in Aprèskiers’ Glow.
Black Diamond honed; an Edge to keep,
Plowed Bunny Slopes; dredged Powders, deep;
Iced Moguls, ledged, down Hills, so steep,
Just schuss for Thrills, then skyward leap.
From Alpine Peaks’ Dichotomy,
Comes this respectful Blasphemy:
‘All Skiers know with Certainty,
Why God invented Gravity!’
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© Howard B. Eskin 1996