Gayle Sweeney (May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)
Lo and behold in the white winter wonderland
A snowman was magic made from snowballs.
Rolled and rolled in the soft fresh fallen snow,
The snowman was formed and he spread cheer
In the crisp, sunny air
Under blue sky.
With his bright orange carrot nose,
Ebony black eyes of charcoal pieces
And stone buttons.
He had outstretched warm stick arms.
Steadfastly he withstood the cold in the yard
Wearing an old cardinal red worn scarf in the sun.
The snowman was a real good wintry friend
Who was lots of fun
And made me laugh.
This round and happy fellow though too soon did melt
And in the warm, lasting sunshine
He no longer dwelt.
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