John A: Pd 1 - I remember Poem

John Arthey
1/7/16
 English 7
Mr. Davis

I Remember Poem

I remember the day of the fall,

The way the icy air chilled my lungs every time I took a breath,

And how the camp bonfire could be smelled all the way up the mountain.

I remember the cold metallic taste you get after pain strikes and strikes again,

like when you get hit with a snowball, which was actually a chunk of ice,

my cold hand's touch on the icy rock, crushed by the force of impact,

An innocent farmer, attacked by his own raging bull, limping away in pain.

I remember through my blurred eyes and my muffled hearing,

opening my eyes and taking a long look around,

Knowing this would be my first, and last snowboard trip.

Each time I recall this memory, I feel the same pain, as if I was there,

walking away from the snowboard, the stabbing pain that kept throbbing, keeping me conscious;

the unexpected crash that ended the three days of snowboarding, all because of a fall;

the disaster that no one can predict and changes your life, forever.