Poetry: On a cold winter night - by Ted Sherman

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by Ted Sherman

Created on: January 09, 2011

I smiled to see her on a cold winter night,
As she glided by in the pale moonlight;
An ethereal vision on silver skates,
She set heart and pulse to rapid rates.

When she soared up high in lofty leaps,
Skaters around her would fall in heaps.
Smitten helpless by her wondrous skills,
They bumped each other in trips and spills

I’m proud this ice angel is one I love,
A precious gift from the Lord above.
I know she came to me from heaven,
My skating daughter just turned seven.

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On a cold winter night like this

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