a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Near the farm where I lived as a boy
there was a round pond not very deep
and it tended to dry up in the summer,
which was OK I swam in the river by then.
It was in winters the pond came in handy it froze solid
and I could go ice skating when animals had been fed
and there wasn’t much to do other than sitting in the kitchen
listening to radio or talking to adults about the weather,
that was they said worse this year than previous time.
Round and round I skated while indolently
and ambitionless dreaming of becoming a champion,
till I fell asleep forgot to turn
and ended up skating on dry land
feeling giddy, drunk and very happy.