The Days of Snow Angels
We played crack the whip
On ice skates
And crouched low.
I could shoot the duck
balanced on one skate.
We skied up north
Swishing around dog legs
Dodging trees and other skiers.
And we tobogganed down country hills
Breathless in the wild wind.
Winter blessed us with snow and ice
We skimmed over on
Figure skates, skis, toboggans
In the days of snow angels.
Love ya!
Jane