The Flight Of The Snowflake Poem by Cat Hodgson

When I fall to the ground,
I hope to be..
Something Regal,
for all to see..

My hope is for,
hands to mold..
Something,
tall and bold..

Maybe I'll
stand six feet tall!
Joined with others

rolled in a ball..

I'll have a mouth
and nose.
I even hope for
fancy clothes..

No matter what
I want to bring joy.
It's the hope
for every snowflake boy..

Since the tales,
of snowman Frosty.
It's the dream for every snowflake,
this wonderful life to take..

Isaiah 45; 7-9


 
© 2008 Cathy E. Hodgson