On days like this the memories flow,
Of fun and laughter in the snow,
That snowman with his funny face,
In our special garden place,
His eyes were made from bits of coal,
With devilish stare he looked the role,
He wore a woolen bobble hat,
His mouth we used a twig for that,
And then a carrot for his nose,
I loved that guy from head to toe!
I really wanted him to stay,
When the weather changed he melted away,
On days like this I think of then,
Oh to be that child again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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