By Anthony Giger

A Snowman’s Dilemma

I don’t mind when the weather is cold

I stand straight and play my role

The children like to hold my hand

And play with me whenever they can

The wind howls and the weather gets mean

It doesn’t matter I’m always serene

I get lonely when the sun goes down

I’m no longer the toast of the town

The sun comes up and its time to fear

My life on earth has lost its cheer

My body shakes this maybe the end

I pray for the cold to start

Alas, my world is crumpling and we must part

I can only say as a last resort

Being a snowman, life is short

Americans All

They work side by side, Americans all,

Not realizing what was about to fall,

Evil appeared with destruction in mind

With a force that was one of a kind

Death took over, then came the fears,

That a search for life would bring on the tears

All of America aware of this grief,

Became united all seeking relief