Dawn
An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping
Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was
gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.
                            Paul Lawrence Dunbar

That is all the poems I have today.

We had a field trip Thursday.  It was not all that. We made nature journals.
I thought we'd go on a hike.  Nope.  The ranger gave us little tablets that had stuff to look for and told us to find somewhere to sit.  Then, when we were done, she asked us what we did and we left.  It was really boring.  I did not learn anything new.  Oh well.

The siding is done!!!!
Now we just need to get the inside done!