From where I come high in the sky,

I land in many a place, I am reborn.

The sun is not my friend, water unkind,

Children understand me, dress me up so fine.

I stand guard in many a Winter yard,

I am a friend, silent till the season’s end.

I will go away, with your help I will be back again,

I am a snowman, button eyes, a hat, and scarf I wear,

Something for a nose, something to hold.

Imagination gives me life, I am a Winter thought,

I am a snowman, cold and never always gone.

Keith Garrett


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