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Date Posted: 12:41:40 12/05/04 Sun
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: dsl-80-46-128-12.access.uk.tiscali.com / 80.46.128.12
Subject: Re: A Snowmans Tale
In reply to: Zig Zag 's message, "A Snowmans Tale" on 13:36:44 11/22/04 Mon

Welcome to Unicorn Zig Zag.

I loved this poem - the sense of fun and nostalgia as well as the rhythm and rhyme, which helped the poem to flow smoothly.

Hope to read more of you here.

>His life span is cruelly short, but sugary sweet
>Though he hardly ever enjoys the warmth of midday sun
>
>Pieces of coal for eyes and old boots for feet
>Nothing bothers him yet he brings so much fun
>
>
>A carrot for a nose, brush poles for arms
>Pebbles from ear to ear fix his permanent grin
>People in a church say prayers and sing their psalms
>The snowman listens to it all but takes nothing in
>
>
>For a few days he guards the garden shed
>He glistens and shines, he's pure and white
>Little robin redbreast lands upon his snowball head
>Too cold to sleep as the frost begins to bite
>
>
>Alas his time is nearly done
>Three or four days, a week at the most
>His smile begins to melt under the wintry sun
>No longer a snowman, more an icy ghost
>
>
>Trees are in bud, grass starts to grow
>Coal and pebbles, poles and carrots left in a heap
>With the clement weather theres nothing left to show
>The snowmans time is over, and now at last he can
>sleep.

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