Snowman in the Yard: a poem
The Judge’s house has a splendid porch,
with pillars and steps of stone,
And the Judge has a lovely flowering hedge
that came from across the seas;
In the Hales’ garage you could put my house
and everything I own,
And the Hales have a lawn like an emerald
and a row of poplar trees.
Now I have only a little house,
and only a little lot,
And only a few square yards of lawn,
with dandelions starred;
But when Winter comes, I have something there
that the Judge and the Hales have not,
And it’s better worth having than all their wealth –
it’s a snowman in the yard…
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