Tracks in the Snow

By Donna Lugg Pape

It’s fun to go out in the wintertime

And frolic to and fro.

I like to look for footprints

Of creatures in the snow.

Where bread was thrown, the birds have left

Their footprints everywhere.

And frisky squirrels have scampered around,

Leaving footprints here and there.

My neighbor’s dog has chased a cat—

I see their footprints too.

And all around my snow-filled yard

Are footprints that are new.

Do you know who belongs to them?

I do. It’s plain to see

Those footprints in the snow are mine!

They’ve followed after me.

Illustrated by Doug Roy