They glide across the ice
with the poise of a swan,
but yet with the energy of a roaring lion..
Such grace and disipline as they prepare
for that special moment in time..
Practice and practice for hours on end
no time for pleasures no time for friends..
But when they are ready
they will bloom like a desert rose..
They dance across the ice
with elegance and poise, they find that
special moment in time as the crowd starts
to rejoice...
they are like poets who go unnoticed and not appreciated except by fellow poets and just plain forgotten so thank god for this site cuz at least we have a place here and heck with anything else...