Poem about skiing

Skiing poem

Sliding silently

Fresh snow falling to the ground

Passing trees

I plant my pole and skid to the side

Scattering powder behind me

Turn down the hill

Accelerating

Faster

Faster

Faster

Feel the ground flatten out

Then drop off

I fly through the air for a second

Hit the ground

Cold wind hitting my face

Go of another roller

In the air again

Land

The ground flattens out

The chair appears in front of me

And some people don't like skiing?