My First time On The Ice - By Emma Wiebe

Here is one of Emma's poems, created as part of her Language Arts program at the school here in Morocco.

I was
Getting prepared
For going
On the ice.

I was
Frightened
Excited
At the same time.

Pulled my skates
On
Wobbled over
Entrance
Ice rink.

As I walked,
Was like
Having an
Extremely
Loose tooth.

The zambonie
On the ice
Making it
Smooth.

The zambonie
Was louder
Than
Thunder


The zambonie
Left
A rubbery gasoline
Smell
When it got off
The ice.


The crisp cold air
Tackled me
As I slipped
Onto the ice.

As I landed,
I could feel
The cold
Creeping up my back.

I t was
As cold as
The arctic.

I saw my friend
Gliding
Across the ice
Back and forth.

I wanted
To skate
Just like them.

As they whipped
Pass me,
I felt the cold air
Blow in my face.