Up in the North, where it is cold,
A black mirror formed by ice -
Skates get all sharpened and 5030s are sold,
This is Canadian's version of paradise.
Grab your buddies and a few beers,
Your playing Johnny's team from up town,
Along with the misfits that make his crew.
Showing how to play hockey to these clowns.
The pond is filled with a colourful sea,
We got Chara, Malkin, Toews and Pronger.
Old man Jay's chip truck selling in glee,
This will be everyday for a few months longer.
Why did our ancestors find such a cold place to stay?
They knew full well we were born to play!
In writing this sonnet, I definitely found that the form provided many restrictions in some of the content I would have liked to include. My goal was to first come up with a theme and then I thought my best option would be to have it based around a sport I love. The language was "tricky", especially having to make lines rhyme. Some of the words I wanted to say could just not be included because of the rhyme scheme. The poetic language used was mostly based around imagery. I tried to incorporate some of my childhood memories, along with a "typical" pond hockey story. The reason I incorporated these imaginative aspects were to hopefully paint a picture for "you" as a reader. The sonnet's audience is intended for all, however I did include a few references that generally only hockey players would know (such as; "5030", being a popular wooden hockey stick).
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