By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 08, 2012 The Story Hour By Norma Wrathall “Read us a story, Mother,Of Indians in the night,Or read about the pirates bold,With hoarded jewels bright.”So while the shadows gatherTo frame our lamp-lit nook,Their eyes glow deep with wonder,Or they laugh at Captain Hook. Oh, these are fleeting minutes,The clocks ticks swiftly on,First thing you know, it’s bedtime,And the magic hour is gone.Then put a ...
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