The snowman stares with coal-black eyes,
Frozen solid, cold is he.
Guardian of his icy kingdom,
Until the sun sets him free.
Whirling, swirling, clinging snowflakes,
Silently drift down.
Changing landscapes constantly,
In the country and the town.
Shrieking, screaming, yelling children,
Red noses, cheeks aglow.
Ignoring Mother calling,
Playing in the winter snow. Mrs D Thornley
Redcar Road, Little Lever
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