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Ice
Ice
When it is the winter time
I run up the street
And I make the ice laugh
With my little feet-
"Crickle, crackle, crickle,
Crreeet...crreeet...crreet."
Icicles
We are little icicles
Melting in the sun.
Can you see our tiny teardrops
Falling one by one?
Icy
I slip and I slide
On the slippery ice;
I skid and I glide-
Oh, isn’t it nice
To lie on your tummy
And slither and skim
On the slick crust of snow
Where you skid as you swim?
by Rhoda W. Bacmeister
January
In January
it’s so nice
while slipping
on the sliding ice
to sip hot chicken soup
with rice.
Sipping once
sipping twice
sipping chicken soup
with rice.
by Maurice Sendak
My Mother Took Me Skating
My mother took me skating
And we glided on the ice,
I wasn't very good at it
And stumbled more than twice.
My mother made a figure eight,
And since it seemed like fun,
I tried a little trick myself
And made a number one.
by Jack Prelutsky
Woman Skating
With arms wide the skater
turns, leaving her breath like a
diver's
trail of bubbles.
Seeing the ice
as what it is, water.
by Margaret Atwood
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