THE SNOWMAN
Grace E. Easley

I laughed when I saw him,
Who comically stood
With his bright eyes of coal
And his gay mouth of wood.
His nose was a carrot,
So pointed and thin,
And a deep dimple sat
On the end of his chin.


Flat on the top
Of his round, snowy head,
He wore a warm cap
Of delectable red.
He carried a broom
That was battered and brown,
And he gave a sly wink
Like an oversize clown.


He stood by the fence
Where a thick cedar grew,
The awesome attraction
Of more than a few
Of the snowbirds who perched
On a sheltering limb
And were quite evidently
Bewildered by him.


I cannot be certain
But as I stood near,
I thought I saw just
A slight twitch of his ear.
He seemed to be listening
For something somewhere
That, however I tried,
I could never quite hear.


And then from the valley
I heard a glad shout
As a bell clanged, announcing
That school had let out.
And from all directions
The children appeared,
Glad that the snowman
Had not disappeared.


They patted fresh snow
On his arms and his cheeks,
Straightened his cap
And his broom amid squeaks
Of childish enjoyment

That touched even him,
And his wood mouth turned upward
From smiling at them.


His coal eyes grew misty
To watch how they pressed
Their curly heads close
To his big snowy chest.
And was it the wind
That I heard softly say,
"OH, WHAT A JOY
TO WATCH CHILDREN AT PLAY !"?





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