Poem - Black Ice

Today in AP English we were to turn in a page-long analysis of several Romantic Era poems. But because we had a substitute and he's really nice, we could instead write our own Romanticized poem about a personal event, complete with a Romanticized illustration.

Of course I started mine at the last minute; in fact, at about midnight of the due date (Friday, today), but I think it came out well nonetheless. I read my poem to the class for 5 desperately needed extra credit points. And now I'd like to share this poem with you, the reader. Criticize it how you may: I praise I deserve is proportionate to the amount of effort I put in, which wasn't much.

My poem is called "Black Ice", as it is certainly an experience new to me!

"Black Ice"
by Jordan

Tramping trudging towards school
Sidewalk frozen, air is cool
Breathing crystal, fingers tucked
Left my jacket, I'm a fool.

To my right, a similar friend
Front of us and round the bend
Walks another boy like us
Parents to whose school they send

Doesn't talk, but walks with haste
Straight ahead he's firmly faced
No time to scan the ground ahead
The blackened mud, in ice encased.

Without a clue, nor chance to act
The boot and ground, they lose contact
Arms flail up but he doesn't go down
He looked absurd, but skull's intact.

There is silence for awhile
Then I can't hold back my smile
I glance right to mute concord
Stuff like that makes life worthwhile.

I'd attach the illustration, but it's crappy anyhow and I drew it on my poem one period before turning it in, so I couldn't have scanned it.