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 ... |