Hat, scarf, gloves,
he likes his winter clothes,
big heavy coat.
There he stands in the garden
burly, round and cold
not stopping for long; maybe
tomorrow he'll be gone, nothing
left but his button eyes
and carrot nose, that's how it goes
for the snowman, it's a short life.
I love the snowman. My daughter does as well. Thank you for this delightful write, Kenny. I invite you to check out my latest poems. Love and peace and best wishes,
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My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Jane