SnowmanA Poem by Samantha Sitting in the cold
The snowman sits so still
Waiting for the children to come again.
The world is still.
The moon castes a ghostly glow.
But still the snowman waits.
The house is with a warming ray of light
A child peaks out to see if their art is still there
The snowman winks and keeps on waiting.
© 2009 SamanthaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 28, 2009 Author
SamanthaAboutI am a young writer, nearly out of middle school, who is trying to get her book published. I like sports, friends, and reading. I have OCA type 3, which means I am albino, but please don't call me tha.. more..Writing
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