Ha, this poem makes we Canadians smile! Love it! The skating, and the reference to one of our boys! To be read while sipping Tim Horton's coffee, to make it truly perfect!
A sense of preparation after a winter's halt upon activities..Skating on new hopes and new opportunities..Of course, Canadians are fantastic ice skaters. I know one personally, who was a major part of Disney On Ice...Perhaps The Tired Monk, may be contemplating a return to the rink:)
I've been doing a lot of skating this year. I'm really not that good. But I enjoy the freedom of gliding on ice. Even at my age I imagine myself a great hockey player. But they are never the young stars, always the ones from the past. I often imagine myself as Gordie Howe. Thanks for the poem. It was like gliding on ice.
I remember going through this when I was a child. We had outdoor skating rinks we used to walk to...and then we sat in the snowbank & put on the skates. Memories......
my eyes feast on winter poems actually as i live in a place where ice can only be seen in a fridge...and we love , love our winter though it's so brief...sigh...a beautiful poem...
Ha, this poem makes we Canadians smile! Love it! The skating, and the reference to one of our boys! To be read while sipping Tim Horton's coffee, to make it truly perfect!
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ReplyDeleteA sense of preparation after a winter's halt upon activities..Skating on new hopes and new opportunities..Of course, Canadians are fantastic ice skaters. I know one personally, who was a major part of Disney On Ice...Perhaps The Tired Monk, may be contemplating a return to the rink:)
Best wishes, Eileen
I've been doing a lot of skating this year. I'm really not that good. But I enjoy the freedom of gliding on ice. Even at my age I imagine myself a great hockey player. But they are never the young stars, always the ones from the past. I often imagine myself as Gordie Howe. Thanks for the poem. It was like gliding on ice.
ReplyDeleteI could picture every inch of this even though I have never skated or lived in frozen places!
ReplyDeleteI remember going through this when I was a child. We had outdoor skating rinks we used to walk to...and then we sat in the snowbank & put on the skates. Memories......
ReplyDeleteYour poem made me think of the paintings of Dutch children skating on canals against a background of low skies.
ReplyDeletegreat details in this everyday action
ReplyDeleteNormal years skating would have been big here in Stockholm, but this year alas it has been on warm.. I love to fly over the ice of our lakes.
ReplyDeletemy eyes feast on winter poems actually as i live in a place where ice can only be seen in a fridge...and we love , love our winter though it's so brief...sigh...a beautiful poem...
ReplyDeleteThis was so wonderful as I imagined putting on my skates again....I laughed at the last line especially.
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your words skate perfectly an 8.
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Nice descriptive write but the only skating here the last few days were the cars on the ice covered roads. :)
ReplyDeleteSweet snapshot!
ReplyDeleteLooks like you are having a good time with that ice ~ Good one ~
ReplyDeleteNice ... and so glad I don't have to do all that. :)
ReplyDeletei am not sure if i can skate indepedently. lol.
ReplyDeleteYes good and tight a wet sock if it falls off sucks.
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