Hockey Poems
Ice
by Gail Mazur
In the warming house, children lace their skates,
bending, choked, over their thick jackets.
A Franklin stove keeps the place so cozy
it's hard to imagine why anyone would leave,
clumping across the frozen beach to the river.
December's always the same at Ware's Cove,
the first sheer ice, black, then white
......
Mixed Hockey
by Sir Pelham Gre Wodehouse
You came down the field like a shaft from a bow;
The vision remains with me yet.
I hastened to check you: the sequel you know:
Alas! We unluckily met.
You rushed at the ball, whirling your stick like a flail,
And you hit with the vigour of two:
A Knight in his armour had surely turned pale,
If he had played hockey with you.
They gathered me up, and they took me to bed;
They called for a doctor and lint:
......
Mixed Hockey
by Sir Pelham Gre Wodehouse
You came down the field like a shaft from a bow;
The vision remains with me yet.
I hastened to check you: the sequel you know:
Alas! We unluckily met.
You rushed at the ball, whirling your stick like a flail,
And you hit with the vigour of two:
A Knight in his armour had surely turned pale,
If he had played hockey with you.
They gathered me up, and they took me to bed;
They called for a doctor and lint:
......
Ice
by Gail Mazur
In the warming house, children lace their skates,
bending, choked, over their thick jackets.
A Franklin stove keeps the place so cozy
it's hard to imagine why anyone would leave,
clumping across the frozen beach to the river.
December's always the same at Ware's Cove,
the first sheer ice, black, then white
......
