The following poem was written by a former MMI cadet, Curtis Surovy, when he was in grade 11. It was published in Tale Spinners; Midnight Star Publications in Alberta, Canada (Winter 2005).
Adventuring up blue ice mountains
panting dogs conquer the frozen slope
where frigid air like thorns in the lungs doubles you.
With whistle signal sled travelers halt,
dismount and approach the humble beasts,
bare fingers course through frozen fur's sharp edges.
Their prideful stature spent, these finest companions
now compliant with loose tongues flapping, bellies grounded
blow out exhaustion with every breath
until standing again the hounds bark readiness
to descend, tails wagging.
Related reading: Curtis Surovy's letter to Wendell Berry; Trophy (poem about personal victory)