Sweep, crunch, swoosh, scrape . . . All night long, snow falls silently, bringing forth a world blanketed in whiteand a very noisy day.
For at dawns light, machine, man, and child begin to dig out: first the big highway grader and snowplow, then the smaller town plow, a fathers snow blower, and a boys shovel . . . But will the streets get cleared in time?
Spare poetry and elegant watercolor paintings cleverly bring to life this unique story of snow removal and the fun onomatopoeic sounds accompanying it.
For at dawns light, machine, man, and child begin to dig out: first the big highway grader and snowplow, then the smaller town plow, a fathers snow blower, and a boys shovel . . . But will the streets get cleared in time?
Spare poetry and elegant watercolor paintings cleverly bring to life this unique story of snow removal and the fun onomatopoeic sounds accompanying it.
