Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Great Zamboni



In the beginning, unsure baby steps
Over a South Dakota plain,
I learned to fly on sharpened blades,
Across the frozen Prairie rain.

The documented accidents,
Now Kodak moments showing pain…
Zamboni gods smoothed out life’s ruts,
En mass, we rose to skate again.

In so many of life’s chapters,
I’ve shaved the ice on purpose,
Realizing no matter the conviction,
I’ve barely scratched the surface,

Every day another sunrise,
A celebration I am awake...
Each goal another challenge,
Each trial another frozen lake.


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