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Are you ready? Come on along and read some homespun poetry as well as a jot and tittle regarding distinguished poets and their works. Gael offers a positive balance of her own nostalgia notes and poetic meanderings with those of others. [Editor's note: Gael no longer contributes to Silver Planet, but we have made her archived blog entries available as a service to our readers.]
Sweet Nostalgia: A Sparkling Winter Day
Sweet nostalgia! I recall wonderful hours of skating across the slick, glistening pond where I grew up. I also remember occasionally hitting tiny twigs and pine cones, covertly imbedded in the ice, and then landing ker-splat. Although I am more aware of fitness now than ever, the exercise of caution rules, and I have not dared to don skates and head for the nearby lake to frolic—chiefly because of those sneaky twigs.
Growing ‘top the snowy hill
These legs, once strong and agile
Refuse to do my will.
I dream of flashing skate blades
As snowflakes swirl and fall
On crystal ice that dazzles,
As I slide, and glide, o’er all.
Like my youth those frosty flakes
So quickly melt away,
In memory now I frolic
On a sparkling winter day.
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Sweet Nostalgia: A Sparkling Winter Day
I like this little note of nostalgia and the poem is great.
Thanks! I remember growing up in Wisconsin I would hit the twigs and fall down. Anybody else remember that happening on the uneven ice as a kid?
I like this little note of nostalgia and the poem is great.
Thanks! I remember growing up in Wisconsin I would hit the twigs and fall down. Anybody else remember that happening on the uneven ice as a kid?
Your "Sparkling Winter Day" poem was a delight. It brought back memories of skating on the pond behind our house as a child, no fancy skates, just blades that we strapped to our street shoes. Trying to avoid the sticks and bumps frozen in the surface of the pond added to the excitement of a cold game of stick hockey in New England.
Phantom, You are a poet yourself. What a lovely comment; it makes me remember the excitement of "foot skating" for those of us who simply slid on the ice sans blades.
Guess the local ice rink isn't the same, eh?
Annnd...don't leave out "sparkling SPRING day"...like today!
Geesh! Colorado! Gotta love it!
I loved remembering my childhood days in Upstate New York trying to share a frozen creek with the older boys who thought it was only for hockey. Their hockey sticks were much more dangerous than the tiny twigs when they stuck them between the shoe and blade of our skates.
OUCH...a hockey stick would definitely make you put on the brakes....unless you were the puck. Heaven forbid!
What a wonderful poem, sure brings back memories of the many bumps and bruises from the many falls I took while trying to learn to ice skate, and to this days I still am unable to master it, can't roller skate either. But I love to watch skaters and dream, thanks SilverSage.
A Sparkling Winter Day - This poem reminds me that there are moments in life that "growing older" can't take away, just leave sweet memories. How amazing Gods gift to us really is.......
Hello Ric-A-Roo,
Happy to see you enjoyed the nostalgic winter poem! Thank you for your comments. Take a look at the new material on my website blog and see what you think????
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