I figured half a foot of ice
Except where the creek ran quick
(over rapids, underneath damns)
But regardless how thick
Whenever I walk on ice
I draw myself up tight
And bring my feet down light.
Snow filled woodland paths
Would make two miles hard going
With daylight dimming fast
A hint it might start snowing
I chose what I thought best
To go by ice while daylight
Than tramp the bush at night.
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Feet down light. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.