In this new collection of poetry, Myra Cohn Livingston again demonstrates her special gift for entering into a very young child's world and catching its pleasures and wonders, moods and excitements. Whether she tells of a diesel truck rumbling down the highway or of brown winter leaves whispering an invitation to come out and play, Mrs. Livingston's sure use of words and rhythms evokes sharp moods and vivid pictures. This is deceptively simple, remarkably sensitive verse, which, like the author's Whispers, will bring continuing pleasure to its readers.

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