Sunday, May 31, 2015

Where the Green Fern Grows by KristinaWilson


“After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years. I thought of the old K. C. Baking Powder can, and the first time I saw my pups in the box at the depot. I thought of the fifty dollars, the nickels and dimes, and the fishermen and blackberry patches. I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: "You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over.” - Wilson Rawls Where the Red Fern Grows will always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you to my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Graham. via 500px

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