Learning to Skate
by Emilie Blackmore Stapp
When brother teaches her to skate,
They never stay out very late,
But, oh, it is such fun!
With sister holding fast one hand,
She feels grown-up and much too grand,
To want to skip or run.
She tells them both that she thinks they
Should hurry home from school each day,--
For it gets dark so soon--
And take her to the meadow pond,
Or to the river just beyond,
To skate each afternoon.
Her skating lessons are a game,
That you might call by any name--
In frostly winter air,
The wind gives her a little ride
With brother laughing at her side,
The Ice King everywhere!