"Ullr, Norse Patron Saint of Skiing” By Jack Kimball

Awake! Whited pearls have fallen in the night,
- as cast by gentle angels from the sky.
So rise, rise amongst the powdered blanket white,
- and bind your wings; - prepare to fly.
For day awakes in crystal heaven blue;
- and time awaits on virgin snow.
The air commands. It’s clean, and cold, and true.
- Muir’s mountains call and you must go.

You’ll dance to laughing clouds a fine ballet;
- hold arms with freedom as you soar.
You’ll tease the sun while riding wind as play;
- be hailed by Ullr at heaven’s door,
who welcomes souls who lived the dream, some say,
- and rise to ski for evermore.