Feel of Ice

Along the traveled street,
I slipped and fell.
No other one was there to see,
Or hear me yell.

As floundering...I lay,
With frightened stare.
Clawing wildly in the snow,
My heels up in the air.

With crumpled form,
I did not try to turn.
Down for a count,
My knees began to burn.

With blood upon my nose,
I sought to find a groove.
To let my muscles mesh,
So I could move.

In low and humble ways,
With ice to stroke.
I carefully stood and found,
My pride was broke.


E.P. 1908 - 1989