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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Uncle Mart's Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE OLD SNOW-MAN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho! the old Snow-Man<br>That Noey Bixler made!<br>He looked as fierce and sassy<br>As a soldier on parade!--<br>'Cause Noey, when he made him,<br>While we all wuz gone, you see,<br>He made him, jist a-purpose,<br>Jist as fierce as he could be!--<br>But when we all got _ust_ to him,<br>Nobody wuz afraid<br>Of the old Snow-Man<br>That Noey Bixler made!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cause Noey told us 'bout him<br>And what he made him fer:--<br>He'd come to feed, that morning<br>He found we wuzn't here;<br>And so the notion struck him,<br>When we all come taggin' home<br>'Tud _s'prise_ us ef a' old Snow-Man<br>'Ud meet us when we come!<br>So, when he'd fed the stock, and milked,<br>And ben back home, and chopped<br>His wood, and et his breakfast, he<br>Jist grabbed his mitts and hopped<br>Right in on that-air old Snow-Man<br>That he laid out he'd make<br>Er bust a trace _a-tryin_'--jist<br>Fer old-acquaintance sake!--<br>But work like that wuz lots more fun.<br>He said, than when he played!<br>Ho! the old Snow-Man<br>That Noey Bixler made!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He started with a big snow-ball,<br>And rolled it all around;<br>And as he rolled, more snow 'ud stick<br>And pull up off the ground.--<br>He rolled and rolled all round the yard--<br>'Cause we could see the _track_,<br>All wher' the snow come off, you know,<br>And left it wet and black.<br>He got the Snow-Man's _legs-part_ rolled--<br>In front the kitchen-door,--<br>And then he hat to turn in then<br>And roll and roll some more!--<br>He rolled the yard all round agin,<br>And round the house, at that--<br>Clean round the house and back to wher'<br>The blame legs-half wuz at!<br>He said he missed his dinner, too--<br>Jist clean fergot and stayed<br>There workin'. Ho! the old Snow-Man<br>That Noey Bixler made!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Noey said he hat to _hump_<br>To git the _top-half_ on<br>The _legs-half!_--When he _did_, he said,<br>His wind wuz purt'-nigh gone.--<br>He said, I jucks! he jist drapped down<br>There on the old porch-floor<br>And panted like a dog!--And then<br>He up! and rolled some more!--<br>The _last_ batch--that wuz fer his head,--<br>And--time he'd got it right<br>And clumb and fixed it on, he said--<br>He hat to quit fer night!--<br>And _then_, he said, he'd kep' right on<br>Ef they'd ben any _moon_<br>To work by! So he crawled in bed--<br>And _could_ a-slep' tel _noon_,<br>He wuz so plum wore out! he said,--<br>But it wuz washin'-day,<br>And hat to cut a cord o' wood<br>'Fore he could git away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, last, he got to work agin,--<br>With spade, and gouge, and hoe,<br>And trowel, too--(All tools 'ud do<br>What _Noey_ said, you know!)<br>He cut his eyebrows out like cliffs--<br>And his cheekbones and chin<br>Stuck _furder_ out--and his old _nose_<br>Stuck out as fur-agin!<br>He made his eyes o' walnuts,<br>And his whiskers out o' this<br>Here buggy-cushion stuffin'--_moss_,<br>The teacher says it is.<br>And then he made a' old wood'-gun,<br>Set keerless-like, you know,<br>Acrost one shoulder--kindo' like<br>Big Foot, er Adam Poe--<br>Er, mayby, Simon Girty,<br>The dinged old Renegade!<br>_Wooh!_ the old Snow-Man<br>That Noey Bixler made!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there he stood, all fierce and grim,<br>A stern, heroic form:<br>What was the winter blast to him,<br>And what the driving storm?--<br>What wonder that the children pressed<br>Their faces at the pane<br>And scratched away the frost, in pride<br>To look on him again?--<br>What wonder that, with yearning bold,<br>Their all of love and care<br>Went warmest through the keenest cold<br>To that Snow-Man out there!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the old Snow-Man--<br>What a dubious delight<br>He grew at last when Spring came on<br>And days waxed warm and bright.--<br>Alone he stood--all kith and kin<br>Of snow and ice were gone;--<br>Alone, with constant teardrops in<br>His eyes and glittering on<br>His thin, pathetic beard of black--<br>Grief in a hopeless cause!--<br>Hope--hope is for the man that _dies_--<br>What for the man that _thaws!_<br>O Hero of a hero's make!--<br>Let _marble_ melt and fade,<br>But never _you_--you old Snow-Man<br>That Noey Bixler made!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Ho! the old Snow-Man
That Noey Bixler made!
He looked as fierce and sassy
As a soldier on parade!--
'Cause Noey, when he made him,
While we all wuz gone, you see,
He made him, jist a-purpose,
Jist as fierce as he could be!--
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