I love to ice skate
I love how you step on the ice
The wind in you hair
The soft breeze of fresh air
It’s the perfect way to start the day.
When I hear “time for ice skating,”
It’s like music to my ears.
I jump straight out of bed ready to go.
So we drive to the rink,
I put on my skates,
I step on the ice
And glide.
“Forward skating,” my teacher says
“Backwards skating,
Swizzels down the rink
And now a spiral.”
It may be difficult
But it brightens up my day
Oh how much I love ice skating
Do you love it too?

Hi Siena. Please tell your class and teacher how much I’m enjoying all your poems. Well done everyone.