Lament of a Snowman Options

[Charon]

First revision, with a little help from my friends.  Thanks a bunch.



Lament of a Snowman

Born only yesterday, my destiny to fulfill,
powerful and stately, I stand on my hill.
Always dependable, I would never stray,
protector of my home; at guard every day.

Greeting everyone, a smile on my face,
eyes black as coal, steady is my gaze.
Though the cold wind blows I suffer no chill,
when the snows come, I envision a thrill.

I am a tower of strength; a joyful beacon to all,
sun caresses my brow as it answers my call.
Heavy rays beat down, hard on my head,
suddenly I contemplate a sense of dread.

My kingdom lies before me, a tapestry of white,
where did it come from, this dazzling light?
A balmy breeze plays across my loin and chest,
is the ground closer, why do I need rest?

My arms droop so; a scarf falls from my neck,
how can it be; buttons falling; I must look a wreck.
My bonnet once clean, now covered in mud,
my hat, my cover, has fallen with a thud.

I’ve discovered I’ve lost all of my clothes,
as I try to pick up my poor little nose.
My arm has become an old broken stick,
I think I shall be, terribly sick.

To be an enemy of the sun
what could I have done?
For me to be treated so
is really a blow.
A King was I,
but now all
I have
is my
final
sigh
.

---------------- First Version -------------

Lament of a Snowman

Born only yesterday, my destiny I’ll fulfill,
powerful and stately, standing on my hill.
Always dependable, I would never stray,
protector of my home; at guard every day.

Greeting everyone with a smile on my face,
eyes black as coal, steady is my gaze.
Though the cold wind blows I suffer no chill,
when the snows come, I envision a thrill.

I am a tower of strength; a joyful beacon to all,
sun caresses my brow as it answers my call.
Heavy rays beat down, hard on my head,
suddenly I contemplate a sense of dread.

My kingdom lies before me, a tapestry of white,
where did it come from, this dazzling light?
A balmy breeze plays across my loin and chest,
is the ground closer, why do I need to rest?

Why my arm droops so; my scarf falls from my neck,
how can it be; buttons falling; I must look a wreck.
My bonnet once so clean, now covered in mud,
my hat, my cover, has fallen with a thud.

I’ve discovered I’ve lost all of my clothes,
as I try to pick up my poor little nose.
My arm has become an old stick,
I think I shall be very sick.

To be an enemy of the sun
what could I have done?
For me to be treated so
is really a blow.
A King was I,
but now all
I have
is my
final
sigh
.


© 2003 Emerson H. Sollars
All rights reserved by Emerson H. Sollars as an unpublished work.

[Charon]

Hi Butch,

Well, you made me feel like a child again here. I felt so sorry for Mr Snowman. It was like being at a pantomime when the big baddie creeps up behind the hero and all the children had to warn him by shouting out "Look out behind you"

Cybele,

Hi ya,

Thanks for stopping and commenting.  We snowmen type of writers love to here from folks.  You caught my gist, I am so pleased.

da Hun

I just realized you stopped by twice, how cool is that?

I remember pantomine's from when I was a child.  Only ours were any narrative where the actors/actresses did not speak.  The audience would yell out to them and encourage them throughout the production.  Generally these were done with gaetity and lots of laughter.  Sort of like the old West, give me the deed to your ranch, and the hero saves poor Penelope.

Thanks for the suggestions, I am making modifications as I type.  Well maybe not right now, but pretty soon.

da Hun