What ever happened
To that little boy blue?
He grew up under the sun,
He could fly a kite high,
Climb trees,
Skin his knees,
Feel the green grass.
A cool breeze,
Under the trees,
Under the stars.
Yes you, that’s the one.
What’s become of you
Little boy blue?
Patrick loves to climb trees and fly kites.
This is such a great idea, so inspiring!! I was thrilled to be the July 29th selection, unfortunately did not make a copy – is there a Master Archive?
Hi Catherine. Are you looking for an archive of all of the stories on the site? If so, yes, you can navigate to older stories by clicking the arrows at the bottom of each page. Or you can look at the calendar in the footer of the site and navigate through old stories that way.
You can also find read through stories by “genre” using the “Stories” button in the navigation bar at the top of the page.
Climb trees does not work, climb a tree does but that would make it over fifty, sorry 2.8 stars
I’d say you’re being a bit hard on yourself. The metre of “cimb trees” works very well to my reading. “Climb a tree, skin his knee” is too sing-song, in my opinion.