Just came out of the RA/store/book room and found my old book To Be A Logger by lois Lenski
Song of the Forest Children
We walk in the forest
when the wind is still;
Not a branch moves,
not a sound until
A squirrel jumps up-
a flash of brown,
And a flood of pine cones
goes tumbling...
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