Skating on the Frozen Lake

I fly like a bird across the ice.

I twirl and I spin in figures light.

I slip and I slide so fancy free

Deep into the still dark night.

I rush cross the clear and frozen lake

The crisp clean air around me sings.

On and on I stroke and stride

My feet are fixed with wings.

I remember this like yesterday

I remember that time when I was young.

I remember pleasures and joys and fun.

It was the song of youth, long sung

That lake was buried quick and deep

Beneath a snow bank cold an wide.

My memories of the place were lost

I buried them inside.

Many years have come and gone

And problems took their toll

Today a crack appeared

A crack in my forgotten soul

 

And those memories slipped outside.

 

Skating on the Frozen Lake

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Shirley Hamilton started writing to fill some of the retirement hours and to record life memories. She hopes that someone will read about these bits of her life sometime – maybe even her kids.
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