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 e up so fine.

 I stand guard in many a Winter yard,

 I am a friend, silent till the seasons' 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 too 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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