’Tis snowing in the high mountains <br />Of great Himalayas: <br />This winter’s freezing ev’n fountains <br />Of Poonch, Kargil and Drass! <br /> <br />‘Tis raining flakes of harder snow; <br />All roads are covered white; <br />And every tree-top, twig, leaf, bough <br />Wears a glorious sight! <br /> <br />No blade of grass or bird is seen; <br />The meadow’s an ice-sheet; <br />Some Kashmiri children have been <br />Building a snow-man neat. <br /> <br />Yet, one can hear the booming guns <br />And smoke billowing up; <br />While children pile up snow in tons, <br />Before they go to sup. <br /> <br />With snow in handfuls, they build him: <br />Belly and head and back; <br />And soon their snow-man looks quite trim; <br />Twigs make his hands with knack! <br /> <br />They place a cap on his big head <br />And make his mouth, nose, eyes; <br />Their snow-man looks alive, not dead! <br />Assuming huge a size. <br /> <br />The happy children dance around <br />The snow-man, they had made; <br />They sing with joy some rhymes newfound; <br />Their snow-man looks so great! <br /> <br />Their hearts get filled with joy and thrill, <br />Seeing their snow-man made; <br />With snow-balls they play on the hill, <br />Before snow-man shall fade! <br />Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-1999<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-a-snowman/
