Truly believe ⛄️
Mr Snowman went a’strolling, on a chilly winters day
And on his journey thru the country lanes, he watched the little children play
But luckily they never noticed him, as he hid behind the bales of snowy hay
So he listened as they laughed, then he went on his way
Well he rested for a while, as he sat upon the white drifts of snow
And he passed l
the time of day chatting to an old, scruffy scarecrow
Where they talked about the weather, and their neighbouring habitats
Haha the two of them compared the similarity, of their big, black, floppy hats
And though both of these country characters, were very different from each other
They had identical wooden twig-lets for arms, that could wave around no bother
Yet nobody ever saw either manmade beings move at all
As Mr Snowman and Mr Scarecrow stood very still, in the field by the corner of the drystone wall
Just a couple of cute
creations made from mans clever hands
Acting invisible from human beings, and ignoring all commands
But as soon as the pair of them knew, that no living creature was around
Then they magically came alive, with marvellous movement, and musical sound
But then again don’t they say that anything is possible, all one has to do is to truly believe?
So my tales that I tell you are real and not magical at all, from the wonders that I weave…
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Comments
great poem
as always
good morning
my great friend
Jill!!!!
this a cute poem
Haha glad u like my little morning creation ⛄️Good morning Greg ❤️🌹❤️
Magical 💝
❤️🎅🏼❤️