ICE - By Richard Thomas

ICE

It soothes my sores
And cools my drinks
And makes the floors
For skating rinks.
It floats in punch
In cubic form.
It's fun to crunch
When I feel warm.
It's great for sleds
And pucks and falls
And penguin beds
And igloo walls.
On frigid days
 It's hail or sleet
Or frozen glaze
That coats our street.
It forms the flakes
In snow that drops.
It's crust on lakes
Or puddletops.
It's bergs adrift
On northern seas.
It's nature's gift
Adorning trees.
A hanging spear
From roof or wire.
It's crystal clear
And gleams like fire.


- Written by: Richard Thomas

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