Arctic Valley Poem.

by: Say'aah Letuli

Covered with green and patches of snow.

Walking up the trail as I watched the trees blow.

High up in the sky where the birds fly,

and a beautiful scenery lies.

As I looked up from the floor, 

I watched Bald Eagles soar.

Standing and waiting for the breeze to come.

With my arms apart from my body, 

I'm breathing hard, while my heart beats like a drum.

I rested every chance I got.

The relief of success when I got to the top.

By the time I was done,

I can feel my body cry from what these people call "fun".