“The Foolish April Snowman”
Six foot tall he proudly stood,
and with a baseball cap, a rake, and
a glean in his charcoal eye, he
happily greeted the ladies that
came to get their mail.
He was born when four inches
of snow fell one foolish April day
and a whim came over me to see
what kind of man I could create.
Oh he was nice!
Big black eyes, a large nose
(that some say looked a lot like mine),
two cottonwood branch arms, and
a grin as large as this valley.
Oh what a beauty he was!
But, like all snowmen, his doom
was already written and it wasn’t
long before his fate was starting to show.
He made it through the first
cloudy day pretty well, with only a few minor facial repairs.
But as the second day dawned
and the blue sky welcomed back
the bright sun……
Well, let’s just say it didn’t take long.
Soon his eyes started becoming larger,
his nose began to grow smaller,
his grin became wider,
and his poor body just kept getting
skinnier and skinnier.
The look on his face finally became
so pitiful that I walked up,
and with a slight push, knocked
his head right off. (It was the only
humane thing to do.)
I guess you can say that
that was the end of his life.
But his body did hang around
for a few more days until it
too finally went away.
As I stand here now, a week
since the day he was born, I can’t
help but wonder where he now is.
I guess I know that part of him
is now flowing through the roots
of the grass that lay at my feet.
And part of him is helping to build
the clouds that fly above my head.
But I also think that part of him lives
inside of me. And it’s this part of him that’s just
waiting for the day when the snow will fall again
and he can come fourth and
bring himself back to life.
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