Magpie Tale #44

Lovingly crafted from rough hewn wood

Saw, plane and sandpaper, Gee Dad was good

Hours he spent in honing this craft

Knowing each of his children and how we would laugh.

Sitting atop to await being towed..

by Dad, all rugged up.. along icy road.

Finally locating the hard frozen pond

Then building memories for years and beyond

With a big push from Dad  off we would go

Flying over the pond, surrounded by snow

With the wind in our hair and the ice rushing past

Holding on for grim death.. this ride could be our last.

With Dad keeping watch, making sure we were fine

The blades cutting crisply clean ice in dual line

But the craft would soon slow and then pause to a halt

And we three would all beg for another assault

"Go faster this time Dad"  for we are not scared

 "Hold on tight then" he'd cry.. as if we'd not dared 

With another great push we'd soon be in full flight

skating over the ice almost way out of sight

 And again to a gentle stop soon we would come.

Looking round spotting Dad and then spying Mum

 Watching Mum pour the thermos, we'd all shout with glee 

Hot chocolate! For "me" and for "me" and for "me"