By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 17, 2013 Liberty Park By Rose Thomas Graham The old park was not like it is today;Around its edges it was woody-wild,With trees so thick that only little folksCould wind between. The trunks were not so big,But some would hide us, if we pulled our skirtsIn tight, and tried to stretch as tall as they.We played at hide-and-seek, and peek-a-boo;Then when our tired legs would run no more,We’d hunt a little cleari...
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