Ward Lake

by

Faye Hoffman

Every January,
at the coldest time of year,
the whole town gets together,
for a night of fun and cheer.

Snow is on the mountain,
a slushy ice is everywhere.
The wind is hard and bitter,
the smell of cedar's in the air.

The water's frozen over.
An ice rink now awaits,
for all the eager people,
who'll be ice skating at Ward Lake.

People race to get their skates,
grabbing arms and holding on.
Lovers glide together,
a little girl dances alone.

Lights shine round the frozen ice,
straight up into the sky.
Colors flicker back and forth,
on every skater passing by.

All bundled up,sitting on a bench,
I watch the skaters floating on high.
Twinkling,twirling,in the moonlight,
doing an ice dance in the night.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Just once more
by: Melody Thomas
from: Norfolk, VA, US

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