Ice Meltdown (The Same Old Immigrant Song)

Ice Meltdown (The Same Old Immigrant Song)

A Poem by Pete
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In skating over thin ice our safety is in our speed. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Liberty Island in New York Harbor ...

"give me your tired, your poor"
after you come in,
don't forget to shut the door



© 2026 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
“We are accustomed to say in New England that few and fewer pigeons visit us every year. Our forests furnish no mast for them. So, it would seem, few and fewer thoughts visit each growing man from year to year, for the grove in our minds is laid waste, — sold to feed unnecessary fires of ambition, or sent to mill, and there is scarcely a twig left for them to perch on. They no longer build nor breed with us. In some more genial season, perchance, a faint shadow flits across the landscape of the mind, cast by the wings of some thought in its vernal or autumnal migration, but, looking up, we are unable to detect the substance of the thought itself. Our winged thoughts are turned to poultry. They no longer soar…." -Thoreau

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Added on February 6, 2026
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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..