Snowman

"Twas the first day of springtime,

And the snowman stood alone

As the winter snows were melting,

And the pine trees seemd to groan,

"Ah, you poor sad smiling snowman,

You'll be melting by and by."

Said the snowman, "What a pity,

For I'd like to see July.

Yes, I'd like to see July, and please don't ask my why.

But I'd like to yes, I'd like to , oh I'd like to see July."

 

Chirped a robin, just arriving,

"Seasons come and seasons go,

And the greatest ice must crumble

When it's flowers' time to grow,

And as one thing is beginning

So another thing must die,

And there's never been a snowman

Who has ever seen July.

No, they never see July, no matter how they try.

No, they never ever, never ever, never see July."

 

But the snowman sniffed his carrot nose

And said, "At least I'll try,"

And he bravely smiled his frosty smile

And blinked his coal-black eye.

And there he stood and faced the sun

A blazin' from the sky-

And I really cannot tell you

If he ever saw July.

Did he ever see July? You can guess as well as I

If he ever, if he never, if he ever saw July.

 

Shel Silverstein

 

I love this poem - it speaks so much...

Done