Terry D. Sutherland

SKATING

The surface was shiny slick
As ice should always be
A cold and blustery day we picked
To skate the Zeider Zee

Arm in arm we glided
With our backs to the wind
This is great fun, I confided
Except where the ice is thin

Our bodies formed a sail
The wind took us for a ride
The wind blew up a gale
Then suddenly it died

In unison we skated
Laughing as we talked
Then we debated
Crossing where ice is soft

Holland was many miles away
It wasn’t the Zeider Zee
It was just a frozen creek to play
On a Saturday we had free