At Skating Rink Poem by Liza Sud

Ice of the pond is glittering again,
Up in the sky all's bright and clear.
on the surface of ice we're sliding on the skates,
Shouting, laughing - the school children.

We hear the voice of a girl,
ladies and gentlemen are dancing,
Their eyes are radiant with joy,
they have forgotten the strict manners.

you are raising up your collar and the fur,
because you're cold you're marking time,
and the policeman looks at you with love -
Okey, I let you go mad!

you are holding my hand in your hand,
Happiness shines on our faces.
at skating rink we're dancing waltz
And like a bird with you I'm racing!