“Walking in the Winter Woods,” Friend, Jan. 1982, inside back cover
Walking in the Winter Woods
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