Ice Blocking

I don’t know how my friends learned
Of ice blocking, but one Friday night
We bought our big ice blocks,
A cheap entertainment,
And headed to our high school.

It didn’t work well, if I remember.
A smooth ride down slope eluded us,
The sharp edge of the block digging in
And stopping us, or spilling us.
We laughed hysterically the whole time,
Honor students attempting the impossible,
Glad for the joy of friends, and experiences,
And the pleasure of being carefree.

We left the grass looking chewed up.
Except for a time or two of TP-ing,
That was my sole act of vandalism.

And I think the grass re-grew.