Stream stops— covered with ice. A pair of ice skates would be nice. To glide, twirl, spin— leap with the wind. My imagination falls with the snow. Sneakers grip the road running legs under me. Solid vision— Take the leap.
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Such a fun poem, perfect for winter. The accompanying photo is a perfect illustration <3
Julie, thank you for reminding me of one of my favourite childhood memories with this beautiful poem. I remember watching (on TV) ice dancers Torvill & Dean win gold at the Winter Olympics in Sarajevo February 1984. At only-just 9, I was DESPERATE to skate like them, and put 'ice skates' on my Christmas list.
When Christmas arrived many months later I was so excited to be handed a really heavy present. Guess what it was? A TYPEWRITER! I was thrilled, and perhaps relieved that I didn't have to suddenly go off to learn to ice skate...!!! 🤣