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A Family Poem Re-written for my son Ben |
Jack Frost Chill air and icicles hang sharp! The hoar-frost is nigh It is all Jack Frost’s work done with his frosty cold eye! ![]() All the trees, instead of leaves are touched by his wand All water no longer flows, but is still as the millpond ![]() Girls and boys in mittens, socks and gowns Stay inside! Stay inside! While Jack Frost is in town! ![]() Look out at Jack’s icy cold work from your window ledge But be careful! His mere glance is command and pledge ![]() You’ll be his forever, mere crackling, slivered ice Crumbling and melting as soon as he’s by ![]() So look and enjoy, the picturesque spoils, little girl, little boy Look at the sparkling white ice that Jack Frost dost deploy! ![]() Heed Me! Do not go out to play! Stay Safe! By your hearthside Don’t venture out til Jack’s gone to other pastures, untried. ![]() © October 2004 Written for my youngest son Ben @ N.I.D.A. , Sydney Australia ... as requested by him ... this is an old poem, origins: first known & told to me by my Grandfather ...unable to find original, I wrote this, when Ben asked me to ... |