We used to play at the sawmill,

sliding on the sawdust hill.

When their work was done,

it was our turn to have fun.

When the logs they saw,

the sawdust never thaw.

The sawdust mound,

was our playground.

Sometimes we pretend,

that we were sawmill men.

It looked like snow,

so we always throw.

In the sawdust we’d roll,

and dig a hole.

When the sawmill shut down,

we all had a frown.

We had to wait for snow,

so once again we could throw.

When Granny asked where I was,

I told her I was playing in the snowdust.

I told Granny I went sliding,

and her smile she was hiding.