Snowman
He stood
Tall Proud
Powerful
His Chest Firm
Against the Cold
He was created
For this weather
Built for the cold
Broad Shoulders
Chiseled chin
Red Scarf
Round his neck
Old hat
On his head
He didn't feel
The icy wind
The biting cold
Wasn't worried
As fresh snow fell
But now alone
Forgotten
Unloved
School open
Once more
His feet wet
His back warm
In winter sun
Hat lost
Scarf dropped
Sun warming
Ice melting
Puddles forming
Snowman Dead
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Thank you
Caroline