A Gold winning poem on a snowman – enjoy
Out in the Garden
the white stuff does blow
winter’s construction kit
(i’m talking of snow)
And out in the garden,
the kids have a plan
to create something brilliant
in the form of a snowman
The snow piles high
as he begins to take shape
snowflakes compacted
no room to escape
A smile made up from pebbles
Hat and scarf from out of the hall
The jolly big snowman
Now looks over garden wall
Occasionally met by the owners cat
who sits near his feet (on a snow covered mat)
he watches in the garden – both night and day
especially in the daytime – when his builders at play.
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