The Place of Dreams By Nana Nyarko

Rapidly, the hazy blizzard drifted towards me.

Snow tickles my frosted, jagged edges,

Clouds drift past me delivering their goods.

As I stand here, snowboarders, skiers, idiotic stuntmen-they all terrorise me.

Wind moans throughout the day.

Magnificent-the scenery is just magnificent! 

 I’m no man made creation.

Also I am best not messed with!

I am soon to be taken over by men, women and children because the winter Olympics are on the way!