Jack Frost Author Unknown A pretty brook was running at play With little Jack Frost on a cold winter's day. It stopped to rest at the foot of a hill Making a pond all quiet and still. "Aha!" said Jack Frost, "Now isn't that nice?" And quickly he turned the water to ice. We've had… Continue reading Jack Frost At Play
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Lest We Forget: Rememberance Day
In Flanders Fields - John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were… Continue reading Lest We Forget: Rememberance Day