Nature Poem for Kids

Wintertime Fun

I was inspired by childhood memories of playing in the snow. My friends and I would not rest until our snowman was built to perfection. There was nothing more important than keeping our creation standing for as long as possible!

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The Mission

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Published: February 23, 2021

Borrowed scarf, stolen carrot and mittens,
frostbitten fingers determined to finish,
eyes were a button and a bottle cap squished in.
Mothers called but no one listened -
For they were on a mission.

Guarded by sentries throughout the winter,
armed with snowballs against would-be aggressors;
notches were patched and scars smoothed till
they glistened -
For they held fast to the mission.

Then springtime came unbidden,
green grass was unhidden,
and snow fights gave way to baseball.
There were bikes to be ridden and friends
to be called -
Snowmen were no longer the mission.

His deformed face invited derision
when they bothered to notice him at all.
Carrot fed to the chickens,
button returned to its proper position,
right eye bottle cap went missing,
a mud puddle good for splishing -
was all that was left of the mission.

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