The final part of The Snowman

Stave 3

The snowman’s wish

Was to feel the cosy glow;

He had fallen in love

With the fat-bellied stove

And spent the long night

With her in his frozen thoughts.

In the early morning,

There was freezing, creaking,

Crunching weather

And the cellar window bore

The loveliest ice flowers

That should fill a snowman with joy.

But they blocked his view of the stove;

The windowpanes refused to thaw

And he suffered from his longing.

The watchdog said,

I too have suffered,

But I got over it.

Gone, gone!

The weather changed

As frost turned to thaw

The snowman grew weak

And melted a little more;

He didn’t say a word,

He never complained.

One morning

He just

Toppled

Over

And the watchdog said,

Gone, gone!

 

©Kim M. Russell, 2015

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