Whisps of snow dance in the frigid breeze

As the wind whips across the open space

Keeping the water cold enough to freeze

But the suns smile is like a warm embrace

With two layers, a hat and no winter coat

Everyone rushes to lace up on the shore

Stepping on water as if they could float

Gliding forward as if with wings they soar

A table is loaded with snacks upon the ice

While the shovel and plow clear the snow

Until there is just enough space to suffice

And the game they love can begin to flow

With gloves and sticks they move the puck

Over frozen fish and past the frosted trees

With a lot of pratice with a little bit of luck

A homemade trophy that anyone can seize

There is no stronger bond

Than one built on the pond