Analysis of THE ICE MAN (Poem #40)

The corner of our kitchen held a big box,
 And in the box we kept ice for our food.
 A couple of days are all that we got
 Before the ice melted away for good.

Sometimes we would come home late at night
 To find a surprise when opening the door
 The drip tray had flowed over; what a sigh
 As we ran to get a mop for the floor.

Every other day it was always a delight
 To hear the iceman coming down the street.
 On hot days he was a wonderful sight
 We ran after the truck begging for chips to eat.

With big tongs and gloves he would carry a block
 Of thick-cold ice delivered right in our door.
 Then into our icebox he would give it a flop
 Until the day when he would come back with more.

© copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney