A new tale from Hans Christian Andersen

The Snowman

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The snowman was born

To the sound of boys’ yells,

The clang of sleigh bells,

The crack of a whip

And the clip

Of hooves.

Winter was so wondrously cold,

It bit life into the snowman

And made him creak with joy;

He wished he could move,

Slide on ice like the boys.

But he didn’t like the way

The sun stared,

The way it glared

As it went down;

And when the moon rose

Big and round,

He thought the sun

Had reappeared.

The old watchdog barked:

Gone, gone!

The sun will teach you how to run.

But the snowman didn’t understand,

Even when the dog explained

The difference between the moon and the sun

And warned him of a change to come

In the weather.

The watchdog barked:

Gone, gone!

 

©Kim M. Russell, 2015

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