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The Snowman in the Yard
by Mary Ellen Smith
The snowman in the yard wont last
The seasons melt away too fast.
For birds his carrot nose, a feast.
Some good will come of it at least.
Ill miss his big black cool, coal eyes
Tho he wears them like a bad disguise.
His happy smile a glad retreat
Melts sadly at the hint of heat.
The scarf I lent has blown away.
His hats still there, I checked today.
The wind has etched an icy sweater
Mama couldnt have knit one any better.
His heart for now is safe I know
Buried deep within the snow.
A gift from winters first big storm
The only thing that keeps him warm.
Ill keep an eye on you my friend
As winter finds its seasons end.
Ill watch over you til the spring.
And start the gathering.
Ill gather up your eyes and smile
Thinking of you all the while.
Your tall felt hat Ill put away
Until another winters day.
And when your heart at last is bared
Ill gather it to me, so dont be scared.
Keeping it safe, have no worries
Until the next years winter flurries.
12/16/2002 Author's Note: to hear the musical version of this poem...go here... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofpTvoxpFMM
Posted on 12/17/2002
Copyright © 2025 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/17/02 at 06:51 AM Great poem M.E. I bet he has a cold heart though...Charlie |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 12/18/02 at 02:47 AM Wonderful poem Mary Ellen. It flows and rhymes so well and such a perfect message. Excellent! |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 04/14/04 at 04:30 PM Charming poem, M.E. - very well-done all around, with good versification, imagery and message. I really enjoyed the musical version from "Uncle Phil" on your website, too.... d:-) |
| Posted by Ashley Beaudoin on 04/16/04 at 05:32 AM This is a great poem and now with hearing it be sung by your uncle, that's all I hear when I read it. Its simply wonderful. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/04/13 at 02:12 PM Really fine story telling here, a quick fun rhyming scheme, very well developed. Congrats on POTD! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 02/04/13 at 10:10 PM How precious! Congrats on this lovely winter poem's POTD granting! |
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