Not a Snowflake in Sight!
I remember, I remember,
when I was just a lad,
snow fell in December
and all the roads were bad.
No gritting lorries then,
our water pipes all froze;
we even had an icicle
that dangled from our nose!
We'd rush to make a snowman
with two eyes made from coal;
a carrot for a nose,
and warm love for a soul.
When the sun came stealing,
and melting all we'd done;
We hoped that, by next morning,
we could make another one.
At length the dark came creeping,
and covered all around;
next morning it had snowed again,
and a new world we had found.
The world was white and silent,
as we trouped out to play;
to make another snowman,
to live another day.
Now, with global warming,
there's not much Winter fun.
No snowfall in December,
just a cold and wintry sun!
Copyright 2007 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh
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