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Black was the night except for the partial moon
We had grown up knowing this path
Through the woods of our youth
Where skating was a fun thing to do.
Need a broom to clean the ice
but not no radio!
Just our voices singing what we knew
Bumps and bruises were part of the show.
Did you see that? I just did a jump!
Well maybe half a one, but I am proud
Did not sprain an ankle and ready for some more
Oh the bonfire and hot chocolate
That warmed us too the core.
Times have changed throughout the years
Of how folks share skating during frozen nights
But what warning has become common I hope is
BEWARE OF BLACK ICE!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is my story of memories skating on the ponds in the back woods and fields where we grew up,, we knew which ones would get deep with autumn rains and what ones were just marsh, I remember spending more time with the snow shovel cutting down the dried out cat tails and reeds, just so we could have some spots to spin circles, it made us feel like pros,,
image and write created by linmarie-11/01/2010
“inspiration photo turned upside down, then painted with black, blue and lavender
“FEATURED IN "11/02/2010