The Hockey Arena MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Holding my bag I open the door,

To the hockey arena.

I can smell the cold chill from the ice.

In my mind,

I can see and hear the cheer of the crowd.

As the game starts,

I put my hand down on the ice,

Felt the water from the zamboinie,

Scooped it up and touched it from my head

To my chest,

And then from shoulder to shoulder

The hockey arena makes me feel great.





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