The sun was warm, but the wind was chill, (Robert Frost). Today we came across three poems about spring written on the sidewalk on 9th Avenue East. This first one was by Robert Frost, the next by Margaret Atwood and the third by Sitting Bull.
The sun was warm, but the wind was chill, (Robert Frost). Today we came across three poems about spring written on the sidewalk on 9th Avenue East. This first one was by Robert Frost, the next by Margaret Atwood and the third by Sitting Bull.