OUR SKATING RINK.
The wind blew shrill, the sky was gray:
“Oh, dear,” sighed Molly, “how it rains!
Let's think of some new game to play,
I'm getting very tired of trains.”
“I know,” said Jack: “it will be fun!”
And seized some pa per, pen and ink;
“Look, look,” cried Susie, “what he's done:
He's written, ‘To the Skating Rink!’”
The children thought it strange of him
To pin it up upon the wall;
“We haven't any skates,” said Jim;
“It isn't any good at all.”
But Jack looked wise. “Oh, yes,” said he,
“I've thought of just the very thing;
These railway trucks do splendidly—
We'll tie them on our feet with string.”
They did, and all began to skate.
But Jack, I fear, was rather rash;
He would start off at such a rate
That down he tumbled with a crash!
He wasn't hurt. “I'm quite all right,”
He cried, and scrambled up again;
And on they skated with delight,
Forgetting all about the rain!
—Selected.
