LETTERS: A POEM FOR THE SNOWMAN THAT WAS

To the editor:

Here are some verses remembering the snow of Sunday, March 14:

Our human Linda scraped not dust but snow

and shaped a dapper chap with blue straw hat

and leaned him 'gainst a well. I know

that snowmen in the sun do not stay fat.

And Linda breathed no breath of life in him,

nor did warm blood flow in his veins.

In spite of jaunty stance and cinder grin

he ran away for all of Linda's pains.

Some kids turn out that way, sin nomine,

and with no Christian rites and frozen H2O

they lose their faces and quite melt away

and mingle with the seven seas that blow.

PETER HILTY

Cape Girardeau