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[picture of the dawn]

She Goes

As slow as she goes she goes slow,

through the drifts of ice and snow,

down the slopes of hardened cold,

near the river where water flowed,

past firelight cabins buried deep in blow,

past children digging deep bear holes,

past kingly horses with sleigh in tow,

across factory grounds blackened with coal,

under bridges where the crows go,

past glaring icicles that hang low,

across a yard of a friend she knows,

over a field she walked alone,

under a fence she had to duck low,

through the woods she walked in snow,

in a clearing she stood staring

on a hill stood her home.

Written By David Steinbach

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