Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Poem of the Week: Snowmen at Night

Snowmen at Night
by Caralyn Buehner
illustrated by Mark Buehner


One wintry day I made a snowman,
very round and tall.
The next day when I saw him,
he was not the same at all.

His hat had slipped, his arms drooped down,
he really looked a fright-
it made me start to wonder:
What do snowmen do at night?

I think that snowmen start to slide
(when it gets really dark),
off the lawn and down the street-
right into the park.

They gather in a circle
while they wait for all the others,
sipping cups of ice-cold cocoa,
made by snowman mothers.

Then the snowman games begin:
They line up in their places,
each one anxious for his turn
in the snoman races.

After everyone has had a chance
at racing once or twice,
they go on over to the pond
to do skating tricks on ice.

Sometimes they start giggling,
and then they act like clowns-
they bump into each other,
‘til they all fall down.

They gather up their snowballs,
the pitcher takes his aim,
and underneath the moonlit sky
they play a baseball game.

No one knows just how it started,
but soon it’s quite a sight-
with snowmen throwing snowballs in the world’s best snowball fight!

Then it’s time for sledding!
It’s a wild ride down the hill!
“WAAHOOOOOOOOO!” they yell.
This is, by far, the snowmen’s biggest thrill!

Finally they’re tuckered out,
and getting sleepy, so
they slowly gather up their things,
and one by one they go.

So if your snowman’s grin is crooked,
or he’s lost a little height,
you’ll know he’s just been doing
what snowmen do at night!