From the smallest of things,

                                                        Like the glisten of snow,

                                                    Brings light to a child’s eyes,

                                                     Happiness to all who know.

                                                       Appearing from the sky,

                                                        Truly wondrous adrift,

                                                   Blanket the ground so warmly,

                                                    And our hearts it does uplift.

                                                       All bundled and layered,

                                                          With joy in our heart,

                                                  We venture thru the crispness,

                                                           A snow angel to start.

                                                   As the snowball starts a rolling,

                                                      With the frosty in our mind,

                                                    Three humps of different sizes,

                                                     All the extras we would find.

                                                    Is it sticks with little mittens?

                                                    Or is it grandma’s old brooms,

                                                   Thru the shed we go to wander,

                                                     All the treasures in the room.

                                                   There are buttons and trinkets,

                                                           All glory they hold,

                                                    Maybe eyes of our snowman,

                                                      As we venture in the cold.

                                                      Old candles of subtle color,

                                                    A piece of pipe and old wood,

                                                     It’s the nose that we ponder,

                                                 Picture out thoughts if you could.

                                                       Colored lace in the corner,

                                                         That is bendable at best,

                                                   Would make a great little smile,

                                                       As we all know what’s best.

                                                      In the boxes near the door,

                                                    Where old clothes lay in piles,

                                                        Surely find a neck piece,

                                                      Keep our snowman in style.

                                                       Back to the buttons we go,

                                                        As we hunt for some fun,

                                                           As to give him a suit,

                                                          Standing tall in the sun.

                                                      All assembled and gathered,

                                                        To our snowman we stride,

                                                    Placing carefully our treasures,

                                                       Gazing view from each side.

                                                     As we stand back and ponder,

                                                      Our creation almost through,

                                                     Isn’t something that’s missing,

                                                       Maybe a small hat will do.

                                                       Delighted in our creation,

                                                    As we dance around and fall,

                                                       It’s a gift to the almighty,

                                                                      Remodelman (Dec 2002)