The Creative Corner

A dear lady of talent, surely an angel of God

Was sweet Mrs. Bennett, the wife of T. Claud

Her home built of gray rock, a house so unique

There was no other quite like it, in Wilson Creek

I'll share with you now, warm memories she's made

When I was but a small boy, just in the first grade

She journeys to school, it's early in the fall

With steps light and quick, she walks down the hall

Our class is all seated, there's hush at our table

It's after lunch Friday, and she'll tell us a fable

Maybe the Three Little Pigs, that ol' wolf was so mean

Or Jack and the Beanstalk, with his magic red bean

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