Jack Frost

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 ...