The Snowman Song by Phil Keaggy

The snowman in the yard won’t last The seasons melt away too fast. For birds his carrot nose, a feast. Some good will come of it at least. I’ll miss his big black cool, coal eyes Tho he wears them like a bad disguise. His happy smile a glad retreat Melts sadly at the hint of heat. The scarf I lent has blown away. His hats still there, I checked today. The wind has etched an icy sweater Momma couldn’t have knit one any better. His heart for now is safe I know Buried