Page 41 - Winter Poetry 2018
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Caterpillar
Warren
I saw a caterpillar on some snow.
It made me think of Santa, ho, ho, ho.
I hear my favorite song on the radio.
Slow down and go mellow.
The seat was comfy just like a pillow.
And the only color I see is yellow.
I’m such a happy fellow,
The cold, white sky turns yellow.
