Skating (Pickled Poem Ep. 27)

“Skating” by Herbert Asquith When I try to skate,My feet are so waryThey grit and they grate:And then I watch MaryEasily gliding,Like an ice-fairy;Skimming and curving,Out and in,With a turn of her head,And a lift of her chin,And a gleam of her eye,And a twirl and a spin;Sailing underThe breathless hushOf the willows, and backTo the frozen rush;Out to the islandAnd round the edge,Skirting the rimOf the crackling sedge,Swerving closeTo the poplar root,And round the lakeOn a single foot,With a three, and an eight,And a loop and a ring;Where Mary glides,The lake will sing!Out in the mistI hear her nowUnder the frostOf the willow-boughEasily sailing,Light and fleet,With the song of the lakeBeneath her feet. Hi, I’m Grace, and this is the Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Poems Podcast. It’s a poetry podcast by a kid, for kids. Are you ready for today’s Pickled Poem?   Email [email protected] and let me know what you thought about today's episode. I’d love to hear YOUR favorite poem, too, so make sure to include that in the email and it might show up in a future episode. Make sure your parents have subscribed to this podcast, and ask them to leave a rating and review so more kids and families can enjoy pickled poems.    Oh, and I should mention that this podcast is sponsored by the ⁠Homeschool Conversations with Humility and Doxology podcast⁠, which is hosted by my Mom. So if you have a parent listening, they should probably check that one out, too.    Now go pick a peck of pickled poems! I’ll see you next week! ⁠https://www.humilityanddoxology.com/pickledpoemspodcast⁠