Creative Corner

Baby’s Boat

There once was a boy, in a basket he lay. “There’s no baby here,” his mother would say. His mother said, “I love you, baby dear, But you are not safe here.” In the river she placed him, in his tiny boat. His sister asked, “Will he float?” The princess

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Sky

The sky was crying today. Weeping with all her might. Then she stop-ped and blushed light pink. A sunset. Elizabeth Duncan April 26, 2022