The Man

That boy dug in and shoveled hard
Out in yonder far back yard
He scraped and heaved with sweated brow
With hope he piled up no one knew just how

The shaped it climbed and fell back down
So with effort doubling instead of frown
A sturdy heart he went to hunt for
To give that man and in love to pour 

He went on building that sorry boy
With old sad eyes but with dreams of joy
No heart had friend or sorry foe
To tell him he needed not sand but snow