Poetry

Figure Skating

Figure skating is my one true love,
I do crash and burn but I get back up,
You become as graceful and as fragile as a dove,
After a lesson in the freezing snow, I love to relax with a cup of hot cocoa,
Jumping up I swirl the frozen air in my skirt,
Skating with the speed of a galloping Gazelle,
All worries disappear in the swirling snow,
Then you head home, with the feeling of a cold winter's night,
You still feel the cold of the ice flowing through your veins, starting to heat as you wrap yourself up in fluffiest blankets, you know you will be back soon, you can just feel it.

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Picture by YMCA of the Rockies.

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