Walking in the Winter Woods

By Sandra Liatsos

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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.

    Illustrated by Janae Smith Westhoff