Author Harry Graham The ice upon our pond's so thin That poor Mama has fallen in! We cannot reach her from the shore Until the surface freezes more. Ah me, my heart grows weary waiting— Besides, I want to have some skating. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments