Had hoped for more so Londyn could go play in it.. Saw this poem this morning and thought I would share with you.
I come more softly than a bird, as lovely as a flower. I sometimes last from year to year and sometimes but an hour. I stop the swiftest railroad train, or break the stoutest tree. Yet I am afraid of fire, and children play with me. What am I?
Hope you enjoy your Sunday evening. Blessings Pam
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