Thought for the day - giving children the gift of freedom
The first part of a poem by Vachel Lindsay: The Leaden-Eyed Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed. How will your child do quaint deeds and flaunt their pride this week?