Open Poetry #43 |
The Snowman |
WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
Once there was a Snowman, Stood outside the door, Thought he would like to come inside , And play about the floor, Thought he would like to warm himself, By the fire bright, Thought he could snuggle up, In the big feather bed at night, So he called the North Wind, Help me now I pray, I’m completely frozen, Standing here all day, So the North wind came along, And blew him inside the door, And now there is nothing left of him, But a puddle on the floor. The answer is always NO, Until the question is asked. |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Really cute. I liked it."late" |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Poor snowman, I have to read this to my granddaughter, cute. ida |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
almost sounds like there is a children's book hiding in this one, hint, hint... |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Awwww, poor snowman. I love this poem. Alison |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Lovely poem, but poor darling little snowman. He lives on in this poem, though. - Owl |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Hmm? Just goes to show that it never pays to "cuddle up"! Enjoyed your tale! Helen |
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WTBAKELAR
since 2008-09-09
Posts 1089Utah, USA |
This is what I remember of a poem that my mother taught me when I was about 5 or 6 years old, (real long time ago) I don't know if she wrote it or it was passed down from her mother. They both wrote poetry. My mother still does, and has had many published over the years. I can not take credit for the poem, I have always remembered it and wanted to share it. Hope all enjoy it. WT. |
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