Walking in the Winter Woods

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    I rode on father’s shoulders
    Through the falling snow.
    I watched it swirl through the trees
    And softly land below.
    It clothed me like a coat of fur.
    I held on, oh, so tight
    And felt as safe as any squirrel,
    Snuggled out of sight.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Janae Smith Westhoff