Snowman Poem by Danny Taylor

I think I’ll build a snowman today…
Yes, yes!
A snowman that stacks high into the sky,
Yes!
The back yard is the perfect place, just by the maple
Just beyond mom’s now covered garden, oh yes
He’ll be, the best snowman to ever be stacked on God’s white earth,

I’ll change out of Batman pajamas,
After morning cartoons, so rarely seen,
And after bowls of Fruit loops

I’ll change into clothes that would keep me warm in the most horrid conditions,
Arming myself, like a brave knight going into battle,
Declaring “this is my kingdom! ”
Snow days only prove my childhood’s knighthood,
Sweatshirt and long johns go on first, followed by grandma’s wool socks,
Then snow pants, then the jacket…. hat, boots, and gloves

Now to rummage through junk drawers for buttons,
I wonder if dad has any coal?
A hat, a scarf, a carrot, some gloves
The maple will provide his skinny arms

Out of the backdoor I step, blinded by the suns reflection off of the…
SNOW!
Snow everywhere!
Pilled high from its midnight to mornings trip from heaven to earth, to my back yard
Puffy white blankets of fun cover everything that once was,
With one step down into the yard, I can tell…
It’s packing snow, the perfect snow, the only snow,
Begin to feverishly roll a little tiny spec,
It picks up more and more,
I roll it longs ways and short ways to assure the perfect ball,
And when it’s too heavy to push, and stands close to my seven year old chin,
I’ll start his middle, and then his head;
The stack is perfect, and now I’ll give him life

His smile will shine true and wide, his hat, a perfect fit,
His arms stretched out to me…
Like he’ll give me the biggest, coldest hug I’ve ever had,
I can only stand back and admire him,
He and his perfect simplicity,
Yes,
And when I must go back to school, he’ll be there before I leave,
And be the same when I get off the bus,
Arms wide,
Smile even wider,
I’ll be proud of him, and he of me, for as long as he stands,

And I know he wont stand forever, and I know he’ll know that too…

But we both know he’ll be back the next year…
And we will both wait for these days…these snow days,
And meet again…
Yes
I think I’ll build a snowman today.