By David Roth
© 5th December, 2004
Spinning, turning, slip and slide
On a sheet of ice we glide
On a wintry day we ride
Skating in the countryside.
Windmills line the river’s edge
Cattails form a crispy hedge
Children in a roving wedge
Sail on and on, this is our pledge.
Adrift atop a rail of steel
Brisk wind in my face I feel,
A child’s wonder can’t conceal,
The freedom of the ice’s appeal!
To race along a sheet of ice,
To twist and turn and spin and slice,
The child within me to entice,
To jump, to glide, to try it twice!
Between the banks of glistening snow
We ride a crystal smooth plateau;
And sing and laugh as on we go
Our faces flushed and all aglow.
For here on winter’s frozen slate,
We glide through our euphoric state,
Attempting every figure eight,
And grasp the wind as on we skate!
