Shiver-shiver in the cold
Who is that standing out there bold
He can stand the snowing night
He looks clean and very white
He has a very funny smile
He looks like snow heaped in a pile
His smile is made up of stone
He has neither flesh, blood nor bone
His hands are made up of sticks
I wish they were made of bricks.
This was just what I needed, we've had an unusually warm winter so far in Canada, and I miss building snowmen with my kids! Good poem Hugs, Dee
'He looks like snow heaped in a pile His smile is made up of stone He has neither flesh, blood nor bone His hands are made up of sticks' These four lines sums up the image of snow man in its enitrety as if we are looking at a picture postcard. Excellent.
I really like your snowman poem Risha, I to like to make snowmen. Love from, Diane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you get snow in india Risha...