Pipe and Shovel
In the outskirts of a dirt-laden country road
it snowed, hailed, sleeted, and again...it snowed.
Day and night, Mr. Snowman guarded the cozy homestead,
as the Jones', inside, slurped soup with homemade bread.
Entrusted with a pipe and shovel to protect the sheep,
Mr. Snowman's chubby cheeks couldn't keep
from being dusted, smothered, completely covered.
Neither the smoke nor the digging tool could be uncovered..
...until midweek when a beacon from the sky
sent forth absorbing light, almost blinding to the eye.
Mr. Snowman's shovel doubled over with a sudden scrape,
as he seemed to be moving, but into a different shape.
Returning his pipe and shovel, with a rockful of cheer,
In reverse hibernation, he whispered, "See you next year."
3-11-19
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