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FontShe bends over the white expanse,
Her grey hair tucked inside her knitted cap.
She is spare but determined.
She holds a shovel and stabs the snow before her.
Then slides the shovel under and lifts
The great heavy snowfall.
She slowly makes a path
With each shovel load she lifts.
She lays her shovel down.
Before her stands the bird feeder
She pulls a bag of seed from her pocket
The birds will have their feed this wintry day.
