By: Allison Krantz
Frigid air pelts my face as my bandanna lifts into combat formation,
My body fills with trepidation,
My board nervously slides from side to side,
With a deep breath, I launch for the ride,
Crouching, picking up speed with rapid pace,
The pipe looms into the sky until disappearing without a trace,
Over the side, through the flat bottom, up the wall
With a leap, I pray not to fall,
My hand reaches for the tail as I go through the all familiar flips
With a twist, I land with steady footing before the jarring dips,
My heart soars as I realize my feat,
My hands pump into the air while pelted with sleet,
I push my snowboard against the ground as I slide onto my back,
The halfpipe glares at me, daring me to return, ready to attack.