HIS THIS THE WORLDS TALLEST SNOWMAN

The world’s tallest snowman — 113 feet, 7 inches — was built in this western Maine town back in 1999. In the photo below the tallest snowman, “Angus, King of the Mountain”, stands tall over a crowd of people gathered to attend a ceremony in Bethel, Maine, in February, 19 1999.

Now the Bethel Area Chamber of Commerce will attempt to build the world’s tallest snowman (snowwoman) again. It is told that the work will start on Jan. 22 and take up to 20 days to complete, said Executive Director Robin Zinchuk.

“We definitely learned a lot the first time around and that’s helping us know what we need to do. We really didn’t know what we were doing last time,” Zinchuk said. The giant snowman was named “Angus, King of the Mountain” in honor of former Gov. Angus King. Angus was so big that his nose was 8 feet long, his hat was 20 feet in diameter and the scarf around his neck was 120 feet long. His eyes were 4-foot wreaths, and his smile was made from automobile tires.

There was also a raffle as to when Angus would melt, which with our Maine weather, was anyone’s guess. The official melt date was June 10, 1999. The raffle was divided by 22 winners. Fashion ideas being tossed around for a giant snowwoman include making a skirt out of snow, adding a pink scarf and painting tires lipstick red for her mouth.

Jim Sysko, the chief architect and engineer nine years ago, will again lead the construction team. He’ll be assisted by an engineer and a longtime snowmaker from the nearby Sunday River ski resort, which has a new snowmaking gun that could help ease the effort.

For a name, the chamber is considering holding a naming contest. The giant snowman was named by a radio station disc jockey. “I haven’t heard from Angus (King) yet, but I’m sure he will be thrilled that we’re doing it again. He’s all about doing fun things,” Zinchuk said.

Detail of the to-be-dethroned tallest snowman are:

• Height 113 ft. & 7 inches tall
• 9,000,000 lbs
• 200,000 cubic feet of snow
• 4 ft. wreathes as eyes
• 6 ft. of chicken wire & muslin for the carrot nose
• 6 automobile tires as the mouth
• 20 ft. fleece hat
• 120 ft. fleece scarf
• 3 skidder tires for the buttons
• 2 – 10 ft. trees for arms

The snowman’s hat was made by seventh graders at Telstar Middle School. His six-foot nose was made by local elementary school students and as a special touch, has the imprints of the student’s hands.

Maine’s governor, Angus King, whom “Angus, King of the Mountain” was named after, came to participate in the ceremony to honor the citizens of Bethel who achieved their goal and “made it” into the Guiness World Book of Records for the World’s Largest Snowman. He stated he felt honored to have had the snowman named after him, but wondered if “Willie Melt” might not have been a more appropriate name! (source )

The snowman is listed in Guinness Book of Records 2002, page123.

CAN THIS BE THE TALLEST SNOWMAN

IT’S A RECORD BREAKER… WE HAVE FOUND THE LARGEST SNOW WOMAN IN THE WORLD?

Olympia the snow woman is 122 feet, one inch high and set a new Guinness world record.

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Olympia was made by the folks of Bethel, Maine, and named after Maine senator Olympia Snowe. The snowman or to be more precise the snow woman was 122 feet, one inch high and broke the Guinness world record for the largest snowman. Olympia was built in a little over a month to build, she is dressed in a 100 foot scarf, has 27 foot evergreen trees for arms, and eyelashes made from old skis.

SO WHERE IS THE LARGEST SNOWMAN 

IS THIS THE WORLDS LARGEST SNOWMAN?

The Snowman

anonymous

Once there was a snowman
Stood outside the door
Thought he’d like to come inside
And run around the floor;

Thought he’d like to warm himself
By the firelight red;
Thought he’d like to climb up
On that big white bed.
So he called the North Wind,
“Help me now I pray.
I’m completely frozen,
Standing here all day.”
So the North Wind came along
And blew him in the door,
And now there’s nothing left of him
But a puddle on the floor!

My Snowman has a Noble Head

Jack Prelutsky

My snowman has a noble head,
he’s broader than he’s tall,
his ears are tin, his eyes are coal,
he has no neck at all.

Beneath his ragged hat he wears
a wig of tangled wool,
his barrel chest is buttoned up,
his belly’s rather full.

My snowman has a handsome face
complete with carrot nose,
his arms are long, his legs are short,
he hasn’t any toes.

He wields a broom, he puffs a pipe,
his smile is wide and bright,
“He looks like me!” my father says,
you know . . . he may be right!

Snowman

Helen H. Moore

Snowflakes falling
Thick and fast,
Build a snowman
Make him last . . .

Snowflakes falling,
Swirling, slow,
My snowman melted –
Where’d he go?

Peter, the Snowman

Winifred C. Marshall

It would not seem like winter,
Without a snowman tall;
I’ve worked on one all morning,
With Ted and little Paul.
This is a jolly snowman,
With such a friendly smile,
We’ll ask you out to meet him,
In just a little while.

His hat belongs to Daddy,
His button eyes are blue,
His bright red scarf and mittens
Were knit by Cousin Sue.
We’re going to call him Peter,
We’d like to have him stay,
But sometime when we’re all at school,
He’s sure to slip away.

Snow Sentry

Kate Monroe

See the snowman
all in white –
stnading still
and silent-like
as soft snow
settles light
on this cool
long frosty night.

Crystal flakes spin
round and fall,
covering him
beyond recall.

Still he’ll stand
sentry tall,
keeping night-watch
over all.

Snow Woman

Nancy Dingman Watson

Snow woman, snow woman,
What do you know?
You sit so still
And silent in the snow.

Snow woman, snow woman,
Do you like your hat?
You sit so quiet
And comfortable and fat.

Snow woman, snow woman,
Do you like your clothes?
Your apron and your mittens
And your big carrot nose?

Snow woman, snow woman,
Sitting in the night
Does the dark scare you
Or the cold moonlight?

Snow woman, snow woman,
Here comes the sun
Are you afraid of melting
And being all done?

My Snowman Friend

I call him Mr. Frosty-Face!
He brings us so much fun,
With black coal eyes, and a carrot nose,
With a smile for everyone!

If we play Ring-a-Roses,
Then all our friends join in!
But, when the game is “Statues”,
He always knows he’ll win!

When I talk, I know he’ll listen
To every word I say.
I can shout, or knock his hat off,
And he’ll never run away!

But, when the weather’s warmer,
Then Frosty-Face must go –
Until the next time that he comes
With winter’s ice and snow.

WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS

CHILDREN AT CHRISTMAS

 

 So as we celebrate Christmas,

Let us think of all those in need,

We pray to you Father,

That all of them will feed,

For it is nice to celebrate Christmas,

When sound in body and mind,

When you have had your Christmas meal,

On turkey and pudding you’ve dined.

 

Think of all the children,

Who celebrate alone?

Who have no families?

No where to call there home,

There is nothing to celebrate,

For those little girls and boys,

No reindeer or Father Christmas,

No stockings to fill with toys.

 

So remember when we celebrate Christmas,

In a stable far away,

Was born a little baby,

And in a manger lay,

The shepherds and the three wise men,

Who travelled from a far?

They looked up into the sky,

And followed a bright new star.

 

They knelt down by Jesus,

To worship the new born King,

With Gold, Frankincense and Mere,

The three wise men did bring,

So send your thoughts out to the children,

For it should be a special day,

Let us thank the lord for what we have,

And to him we should say.

 

Father take all the children,

Surround them with your love,

Send your light to protect them,

From your glorious world above.

This world is full of profit,

Men that are full of greed,

What about the children,

Who die, if they don’t feed?

It would be nice,

If this time next year we see,

That all the children of the world are fed,

And that everyone was free.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw  

CHRISTMAS CAROLS

PLAY OUR SELECTION OF CHRISTMAS CAROLS

WHILE YOU READ OUR CHRISTMAS POETRY ENJOY

CHRISTMAS FOR THE BROKENHEARTED (A Song of Hope) – Promote Yourself

  

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Calling all who have no-one to trust
Calling all who have lost joy’s hope
Calling all whose friends have long gone
There’s a Christmas for the brokenhearted
No more will love be hidden, departed

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Never give up when you’re alone
Never give up when your heart’s cold
Never give up when sadness calls
Never give up, I won’t give up
There’s a Christmas for the brokenhearted
No more will love be hidden, departed

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

Bridge
Oh! Even when the snow it falls
And settles upon your life that’s stalled
Look past the fragile side of the season
Know that you are loved
And that I am the reason
Yes, know that you are loved
And that I am the reason

Chorus
When no-one calls to wish you a merry Christmas
When no-one’s there with you to share
When love is elusive, a long time a-coming
Come unto Me and know My care
Oh! Just come unto Me anytime, anywhere

© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth

www.poetrycottage.wordpress.com

When peace came down at Christmas. -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

Were they ready

                   for the day when it came?
To pay the price –
                          the ultimate sacrifice.
 In a land they didn’t call home.
“It’ll be over by Christmas,”
                             their loved ones believed,
but all of them knew:
                    their hopes were deceived.
Each one waiting.
                           Anticipating.
Their  Cherubim – a different kind.

Were they ready,

                   for the day when it came?
Enveloped in calm,
                     they laid down their arms,
To listen,
          and watch peace unfurl.
Did they dare go over the top?
          To greet and frat and swap,
            offering gifts to those they should kill.
Each one waiting.
            Anticipating.
A haven in the midst of hell.

Were they ready,
                   for the day when it came?
A quietness fell,
                    no sound of a shell.
Silence covered the land.
Then singing was heard
                               on the night of goodwill.
Exchanges made,
                       the night so still
When peace came down at Christmas.
Each one waiting.
            Anticipating.
Fritz waved a greeting – or was it farewell?

© Karen Ette 

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM WHAT’S YOUR’S

Christmas

Christmas means many things

To people through out the land

To Christians it’s a celebration of Jesus

Of a birth that God had planned

 

To non-Christians

It’s just another day

They still worship God

They do it a different way

 

All other religions are just as important

For they are touched by the divine light

They all have there own celebrations

To praise God is their right

 

We should thank God for his gifts

For his light of love is in all

He claims not to belong to one movement

He only asks we listen to his call

 

Enjoy your religion

Be happy in all that you do

For God is your Father and Mother

And he is in all of you

  Malcolm G Bradshaw 

Poems you sent to us about this picture, taken in our garden

Here is my submission for the current picture of the Bird and the Snow

Copyright image taken by  Poetree Creations

All for Her

“It was all for her” the swallow said
As it swelled its breast with pride
Watching the man with black umbrella
Walk from side to side

“It was all for her” The man softly spoke
As he considered all he had
And kept his feet to shuffle between
The snows pile up ahead.

“It was all for her” The snow declared
As it whittled down its stock
Becoming just another pile
Of water among the rocks
 
“It was all for her” the rocks declared
As they mark the borders by
And so the sun may glisten upon
Their bumped backs, soft and dry

“It was all for me” the sun affirmed
As she raised her gentle head
And watched the people praise her warmth
Wishing for Summers heat  instead.

 

I am Philisapherhttp://lisainger.com/

Here is my submission for the current picture of the Bird and the Snow

robin

…and if this

       little bird

                               could share of what it’s

                                               mind conceives, would I even

                                               understand how simple life

                                                can be …

 

 

thanks for the opportunity.   Lita

 

 

   EstreLita Pondoc

How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.

~ Wayne Dyer

I’ve composed a poem for your contest with the chickadee in the snow picture.  

And then there was one…And so, here I am, upon the winter of my joie de vivre,

where once were perched two friendly birds; now rests thus only one.

A wooden cage erected hence, that I can never leave,

the snow the only thing that will remember when I’m done.

 

I cannot see the outside world as I once knew I could —

I gaze through disconnected visage, staring at the cold.

The bitter chill assaults me, and I’m left from what is good;

My breath hangs in the air, and with each second, I grow old.

 

The greens are grey around me; all the flowers?  Gone to sleep.

A broken tree breaks through the white of everpresent ice;

all around the wooden husk, the ivy starts to creep

and strangle out its life and each last wisely sage advice.

 

The earth’s adorned in frosted dew just as a christening gown.

There’s empty footprints in the snow aside my freezing feet,

At last I feel the slumber, and I lay my body down,

at the winter of my life, so maybe now, I’ll feel complete.—

Brad Bricktower

Winter’s Love – Promote Yourself

Blue grey hues fill the midnight sky
Ice and rain freeze in patches, converting the ground into solid stone
Trees stand frozen, like mythical ice gods of a bygone world
Snow falls daintily, like bits of tissue paper, white as cotton
As they kiss the ground, melting into the face of the earth

Light the fireplace! Warm the milk and cocoa!
Let’s snuggle in front of the warmth of the flames, sipping our sweet concoction
Read me a story or poem of times past: Dickens, Frost, Keats, or Yeats
Wrap me in the warmth of your arms, as we watch winter envelop us in her love

Poem by Dara Reidyr, at https://daraswriting.wordpress.com/

 

Christmas Eve, 100 Years Ago, Today – Promote Yourself

 
My favorite Christmas story features not a child in a manger, three wise men,
angelic choirs and the Star of Bethlehem.
Rather, it stars the dirty, cold and heart-achingly tired men … the Germans,
and Brits … in trenches … inhuman.
 
The Christmas truce of 1914, when world-wide war was still new, was a series
of unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front before and after
Christmas of 1914. In the week leading up to the holiday, overt hostilities
waned as soldiers greeted, talked and played with one another.
 
Men from both sides ventured into no man’s land on Christmas Eve and
on Christmas Day to mingle and exchange food and
souvenirs. There were football games, joint burial ceremonies and
prisoner swaps; indeed, several meetings … in carol-singing … did end.
 
Read between the lines @chachomanopapa on Twitter and a surreal analog,
 chachomanopapa.wordpress.com. Poetic history, in tweets and a blog.
And read too, AN ATLAS, POETIC; would that the spirit of fraternity that God
would have for us, becomes us … and delivers us … from war’s … fog. 

By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico

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Capture the moment – Promote Yourself

Snow on the hilltops
All night and day
There was snow
And the whiteness turned
In some places
With long steps
Tired steps
Of someone
Carrying
The burden of his life

Besides warm clothing
And some worn out shoes
Socks those were fuming
For the wet sock
Why not seek love in hills
Covered with snow

Why a beloved is not born here
And why there is not
A mad man of the snows
Snow is not as cold
There is intense heat inside
And the beloveds of the snow
Let’s sing for them tonight
Let’s tell them to lit heavy fire
Let those chimneys emit smoke
Smoke the symbol of hope

And the fire burning
The smell of baking food
And the sweetness of the beloved’s
Warmth
Let us invent a story of love
As the hills covered with snow
And the pine trees carrying the weight of snow
Bent down

And the distant houses
All covered with a thick white blanket
Sleeping
And some young girls
Making breads and hot tea for the loved ones
In the early morning
As more snow
Rains from the skies 

Sadiqullah Khan

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by Sir Walter Scott (1808)-Christmas in the Olden Time -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

Heap on more wood! — the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deemed the new born year
The fittest time for festal cheer.

And well our Christian sires of old.

Loved when the year its course had rolled,
And brought blithe Christmas back again,
With all his hospitable train.
Domestic and religious rite
Gave honour to the holy night:
On Christmas eve the bells were rung;
On Christmas eve the mass was sung;
That only night, in all the year,
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hail was dressed with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry men go,
To gather in the mistletoe,
Then opened wide the baron’s hail
To vassal, tenant, serf, and all;
Power laid his rod of rule aside,
And ceremony doff’d his pride.
The heir, with roses in his shoes,
That night might village partner choose.
The lord, underogating, share
The vulgar game of “post and pair!”
All hailed with uncontroll’d delight
And general voice, the happy night
That to the cottage, as the crown,
Brought tidings of salvation down.
The fire with well dried logs supplied,
Went roaring up the chimney wide;
The huge hail table’s oaken face,
Scrubb’d till it shone, the day to grace,
Bore then upon: its massive board
No mark to part the squire and lord.
Then was brought in the lusty brawn,
By old, blue-coated serving-man;
Then the grim boar’s head frowned on high,
Crested with bays and rosemary.
Well can the green-garbed ranger tell,
How, when, and where, the monster fell;
What dogs before his death he tore,
And all the baiting of the boar.
The wassail round in good brown bowls,
Garnished with ribbon, blithely trowls.
There the huge sirloin reeked: hard by
Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie;
Nor failed old Scotland to produce
At such high tide her savoury goose.
Then came the merry masquers in,
And carols roar’d with blithesome din;
If unmelodious was the song,
It was a hearty note, and strong.
Who lists may in their mumming see
Traces of ancient mystery;
White shirts supplied the masquerade,
And smutted cheeks the visor made
But oh! what masquers, richly dight,
Can boast of bosoms half so light!
England was merry England when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
’Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale,
’Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft would cheer
A poor man’s heart through half the year.

by Sir Walter Scott

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU WHAT’S YOURS

Snowland

Like tear-drops

Freezing upon my face

Snowflakes form

Like crystal lace

Icicles hang

Like frozen fingers

Noses and toes tingle

On sleighs up and down

Blankets of snow

Put the land to bed

I see the prettiest picture

I have ever met

Gillian Sims

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IT’S SNOW BY MALCOLM BRADSHAW

The Snowman

There’s a strange man

In my garden

With top hat and tails

He is looking rather pale

He’s been standing there

For some time now

Just standing and staring

And looking all around

He very often smiles

But doesn’t often frown

The squirrels and the fox’s

All adore him

As they pass by

He lifts his hand

To wave at them

And smiles to say goodnight

Thomas and Gillian Sims

: TRANQUILITY-Promote Yourself

She falls down

Stuck in the corner of the dark

To find her freezing, close to death

Like a statue, breathing

 

She is crying, in silence

Depressed, frustrated, devastated

In the limit that she cannot think

The tears refuse to come out

 

Dear Lord,

Is this the world you want me to live in?

Bring me back to my childhood

Bring me back to my childhood

She is screaming, in silence

 

She closes her eyes

Escaping, flying away to somewhere else

I’m everywhere if you want to see,

God whispers

 

She opens her eyes, back to reality

She crawls, ready to meet Him

Body, heart and soul are praying

She doesn’t know what will happen next

But she feels calm now

 Khairunnisa Syahfa

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