White Snow Bright Snow
by Alvin Tresselt, illustrated by Roger Duvoisin
I know you won a medal
Your pictures are just grand
But I’m getting up there in years
So I hope you understand
We read this book at bedtime
The lights are very low
The text is impossible to read
So we make it up as we go
Note: Yet another library sale find. Nick is obsessed with the snowman and poem on the first page – we can read it 10 times in a row, no exaggeration.
How can you not love a book that opens with this:
Softly, gently in the secret night,
Down from the North came the quiet white.
Drifting, sifting, silent flight,
Softly, gently in the secret night.
White snow, bright snow, smooth and deep.
Light snow, night snow, quiet as sleep.
Down, down, without a sound;
Down, down, to the frozen ground.
Covering roads and hiding fences,
Sifting in cracks and filling up trenches.
Millions of snowflakes, tiny and light,
Softly, gently, in the secret night.
OK, so there is that little matter of black text on a dark gray background. Who art directed this? The same people responsible for this snafu?