Mr Snowman - Poem by Ernestine Northover
All alone, a snowman stands, staring out at the world.
What a life!
Short, cold, freezing really,
rigidly waiting for the 'melting' feeling to arrive.
The children have made him as comfortable as they can.
A nice bright red check scarf, a carrot nose, which he can nibble on, if he gets a bit peckish!
Nice black velvet hat, which he feels is worth having, cos it makes him feel important, and keeps his head warm!
They usually build him a friend, someone he can chat to, but not this year.
Apart from a robin who sings, way up above his head, in the holly bush, he's alone,
and time hangs heavily upon him, especially when the long nights descend.
But, he's just a snowman, a no-man,
yet he gives the children such pleasure, which cheers his chilly heart
and makes his 'life' worthwhile.
© Ernestine Northover
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