Ben+H.

=The Snowboarder's Poem on Skiers=

Dear skier, I am a snowboarder and as you can see, The tricks and the half pipe are right for me, But we have some issues we need to settle, About those who don’t board the slopes and listen to rock. Of course it can’t be any clearer, We’re talking to you if you’re a skier, And we snowboarders would like to say, We think you sport is very gay!

Now you think we’re stupid and very crude, But we think you’re snobs and extremely rude! You sit on the chair lifts and spit at us, You glare when we drop da F bomb or cuss!

You criticize us when our pants are too low , At least we ain’t the ones with camel toe! You hate how we like to have long hair, We’re trying to be Shaun White, do you think we care?

You think we’re brainless, immature, stupid haters, HAH! We can do everything gooder cause we’re the…uh…greaters! You say you’re so much better, we should worship you, Like you think you’re superior and we’re just poo.

Do you think we hate being called knuckle draggers? Cause you better not bet, We take it as a compliment, Not as a threat. You say we plow you over and we want to say, We don’t run into you, it’s you that’s in the way, You say we call you crude thing and that is that, Did it ever occur to you that you guys are brats?

So that is what I wanted to get out, Those are the issues so don’t bawl and pout, We’re not jerks, just big flirts, It’s the truth and the true to you really does hurt. Now that I’ve said all I have to say, I’m glad you skiers see it our way! I hope you snobs have a nice day!! You’ll have to put up with us on the slopes until May!

Sincerely,

A snowboarder (anonymous) Analysis

Snowboarding
Crisp mountain air Breathing into my face Refreshing, regenerating Renewing, reviving

Sitting at the top of the world On soft, white powder Admiring at the beauty The magnificent mountain peaks

Anticipation now building inside myself Preparing for what is soon to come Breathing in, breathing out Smiling at the excitement soon to come

Rising to my feet, standing on my board Carving into the side of the mountain Revitalizing breeze hitting into me As I make my way down the hill

(anonymous) Analysis

Riders Anthem
For those that ride, much love For those that don't, much sympathy

Peace and adrenaline, much like sex Makes it addictive, always horny

Drop'n in, coming out, and going back in How can you ignore this shit

This is not a job, this is where I want to be I open this place and close this place... for free

Stock options, None. Upside, life. I own this place.... wanna job.. Suit up.

Saddle up Chester. Time is limited. Drop-in. Ride high.

Don't stop until your wheels fall off..... Or, mom calls you home for dinner.....

Ari Benkowitz, 1974