Snow Blind Joe...{ Lyrical Version }

How do you do it...how do you see In the eyes of solar brilliancy, Trees obscured from drifts of white Reflecting off the mid-day's light. Warping angles thrust your glide, on wooden feet that keep your stride For the winning or from the wipe-out, Speed causes eyes a white out. Goggles don't help this sloping hell; Mist to ice, and ice to shell. Yet, still, you somehow negotiate The snow-fogged trail to break the tape 'Tis why they've donned you Ski-Bird Twisting movements, quite absurd. And I'll swear to the snow gods high; Joe, you have to be SNOWBLIND! _______________ F j R _______________ © 2015-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR