Ode to Jay....Peak
Ode to thee, Jay.
For giving me a place to stay;
and allowing me to spend the day,
in the woods on the mountain; at play.
Whiteface, Stratton, Okemo, and Gore,
All of these have been a bore.
Jay is the place of forgotten lore.
Only Jay leaves me pleading for more.
Big Jay, Little Jay, Andre's and the Dip,
These are the places I like to rip.
Here's to the lift lines that I will skip.
"To the trees," I'll say; as I plan my trip.






02 15 2011.
You did some nice flowin in
You did some nice flowin in this poem.