Finally Skiing! ( Feature Poem)

Guest Writer!

Today's guest I have known, loved and admired all my life. I hold his poetry and short stories in high esteem. He employs all the elements and stylistic devices that professional writers use, and does so with ease and expertise!

He grew up in Ottawa, spending much of his youth in the Gatineau Hills. As a young man, he was an accomplished pilot and instructor for the RCAF, Squadron 429. Upon his return from World War 2, he went on to graduate from The University of Guelph, Year ’49, with a Bachelor in Agricultural Science degree.
I would love to see more creative work by this writer!

Please meet Mr. Douglas E. Williams, my mentor, and the best father on this earth! Dad, you top them all! Thanks for encouraging me to develop an emotionally bound sensitivity to the world around me, and the people in it.



The Skier

I climb no more
but rest on ski
upon the summit of the trail
that winds far down;
now I am free
to spread my wings
and swiftly sail
a fleeting figure through the snow
my destination – points below!
I start quite slowly, gather speed,
faster still, I do not heed
the danger of the turns, instead
a thousand thrills pass through my head
I stem a turn, my balance true
and catch my breath but I’m not through,
twisting, dipping, sometimes straight,
the trail leads down, then comes a gate,
and out across a field I glide,
slowing slightly, still I slide
until beside a hedge, I stop.

and gaze with wonder
at the top.


Douglas E. Williams
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Mother of Invention, wishing I could write like this!