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"