Winter in Bend has so many countries,
Back, Side and Cross, icy diversity,
Never been married to the Bachelor scene
Cars lined up, like Dutchman’s bad dream.
I’m skippin that show cuz Tumalo’s where I go,
This ain’t Buffalo, but they sure got snow.
No lines, no lifts, just pines as I drift,
Effortless to ride, and leavin’ me breathless.
The walk to the top has me warmed up,
The feelin is in, these pucks are tough.
King summiting pops back to ride mode,
The kid’s summoning this volcano’s soul.
Makin turns through pristine white sands,
I swear and swoosh, you could hear a pin drop land.
My smile is ear to ear, no fear my dear, it’s clear,
This 20 degree incline, is as safe as a canna beer.
Too bad everyone can’t play with gravity,
The force of the heavens, provides such clarity.
No meetings no deadlines no forms to fill out,
Just wishing the end would never come about.
Every now and then, we end up at the bottom.
Slap on the skin, ‘n rock ‘em while you got ‘em.
