JOANNE SMITH - POEMS

Joanne Smith has a B.A. in Early Childhood Education from Concordia University in Montreal. Some of her poems have been published in a magazine in Australia called The Lark – A Magazine for Children.
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​The Hockey Game

​Hockey season has arrived once more
and there’s excitement in the air
as red and black jerseys race with flair
and the score is five to four.
 
With lightning speed and a little luck
a red winger steals the puck
he’s in control
and he’s ready for a goal.
 
Suddenly, from behind the blue line
black jersey number nine
races across the ice in hot pursuit
with his stick in hand he’s ready to shoot
a struggle for the puck is about to begin
and both players are in a fight to win.
 
The dash board clock
reads 5 seconds more
as the crowd begins to roar.
 
With one quick swipe
a speedy red winger steals the puck
he’s on a power play
and he won’t delay
with precision and speed
he’ll accomplish the deed.
 
He raises his stick
and he’s ready for a shot
with only 3 seconds left
things are getting hot.
 
The goalie is on guard
with his stick to the ground
with only 2 seconds left
and the buzzer is ready to sound.
 
When suddenly
inside the net to the left
a black puck can be found.

​Wintertime 

​Snowflakes gently fall in the dark of night
the city awakens in winter white
window panes sparkle with frosted lace
fluttering snowflakes tickle your face.
 
Sleigh bells ring along the country side
on frozen rivers happy skaters glide
children make snow men for winter fun
ice sculptures glitter like crystal in the sun.

​The Loon

​The loon is lord of its aquatic domain
gliding peacefully over lake waters in sun and rain
regal in its mantel of chequered black-and-white
with its jet-black head held proud and upright.
 
It dives deep into chilly lake waters
for sunfish and snails and seldom falters 
and when moonlight shines on its chest of white
the loon’s eerie call can be heard in the night.