EAGLE ROOST
Over night the ice took hold
A bridge to the island without a toll
After a few more frosty nights
One might put on their skates and take flight
Years have put some obstacles in place
So now it's mostly a mental race
Yet if the conditions were just right
That goal might still be in sight
Experience tells me the ice is too thin for close inspection
So from this space I will study it's mirror reflection
Bridges come and bridges go
It depends on which way the wind might blow
Reflections tell a different story
It's Frost's path to glory
I believe I will wait and take a dory.