In the November Woods

By Sandra Liatsos

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    When I was walking in the woods one

    cold November day,

    I couldn’t see the little chipmunks or the

    squirrels at play.

    The trees were bare. The stream was ice.

    I didn’t hear a sound

    Except for my own footsteps thumping

    on the ground.

    I felt so lonely on the path that I sat

    down on a stone.

    Then I heard a sparrow call and knew

    that I was not alone.

    Illustrated by Doug Roy