Work Number  4a:             Poem, 137 words.         The Author Explains                                    

Summary:  The brief life of a snowman.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Title: My Death.

A winter's day you made me

A winter's day I died.

When your mother called you,

You went inside.

When I tried to follow you,

Nowhere did I get.

I thought I was like you,

But in the pond's reflection,

I only saw a pile of snow built to perfection.

I hear the lonely wind whispering a sad song in my ear.

The moon shines brightly.

It is mocking me.

I see you playing with toys,

Ignoring me.

My purpose has gone.

I see an owl,

His eyes remind me of the sun,

The death of me, I sit in your garden awaiting my death.

As the sun rises,

The ground is a mouth, swallowing me whole.

The children come out,

But not to mourn for me,

Just to play around.

They don't care about me anymore.

By Jemima Allan.

© Copyright  Jemima Allan. Any use of which is subject to the Terms and Conditions.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Author Explains:                                                                            Back to top

 

The brief life of a snowman. I wrote this when I was 10 and it has always been my favourite. We had to write a piece on 'Winter' at school and I wanted to be different and not include Father Christmas and presents.

 

 

Ref: (4-040804-040807)