I Was In Motion
I would fly down the cement sidewalk, wearing my silver skates upon my shoes. I was off for everyone to see, as I flew by with my hair in the wind. I dreamed of ice, ice I could skate upon. I watched the Olympic ice skaters, jump~twirl and then spin around. We had no ice rinks, it was way too hot here. My ice had to be, hard hot gray cement. A young girl can dream, dream ice was beneath her silver skates.
Date Written: 12/27/20202
2 Place
Poetry In Motion Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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