Ice hockey at dusk...

My Backyard Hockey Rink

(A poem of the five senses)
~ by; C. Yee

I see the frozen glass
I see the trees do the "wave" as I score a goal
I see the snow blow onto the ice
I smell the sweat from my hockey gloves

I smell hot dogs cooking on the grill
I smell the burning wood on the fire
I hear my skates rip through the ice like a saw cutting wood
I hear the trees clang back and forth in the wind

I hear the pucks bang off the goal posts
I taste the cold snow
I taste my mom's hot cocoa
I taste my mom's hot brownies

I feel the sweat run down my cheek
I feel the cold wind blow open my jacket and sting my face
I feel happy when I skate on my backyard hockey rink with my hockey pals