Ice
Graceful and Beautiful,
Charming and Poised,
The skates that glide across the ice
Sharp and jagged,
Cold and deadly,
The awsomeness of the mountain top
Cool and refreshing,
You quench my thirst,
When you sit in a ready glass
All these are one and the same,
yet so different,
Can they have one name?
And yet they do,
Their name is ice,
and they all have their charms,
and they all have their vice
Ice, written 21st Feb 2006, Martin Eyles
Labels: poetry
posted by Martin at 23:51
1 Comments:
We seem to have a poet in our midst! Are you looking for a slot in the next cafe create?? I like it, very fitting with the winter olypmics here.
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