A wintery hike on the Downs inspired nine year old Thomas to write An Ice Poem.
An Ice Poem
Glittering, glistening glass gleams and glides across the top of the frozen pond.
Mother nature’s classical music singing as it slides
Like stained-glass, the shattered shards catch all the colours
It cracks, twinkling across the top of the ice…the ice…the ice…
It twinkles. jingles, like magic on the air.
Shining cracks appear wherever your foot rests on the shelf edge,
Chasing air bubbles, full of life, out of their frozen prison.
It’s the top of the hill.
It’s the top of our world.
Thomas Keating-Jones, age 9 (with help from Eleanor Keating-Jones)
So proud to find my grandson and grand-daughter writing their thoughts about their wintery days on their nearby Downs while on a short exercise time from their strict lock-down
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We are incredibly lucky to have some great hikes on our doorstep. This poem celebrates the ice covered pond at the top of the Downs!