By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 10, 2014 Twelve Ride to Church By Mabel Law Atkinson The whitetop buggy on each Sabbath dayWould take its journey to the little church,With twelve of us clad in our best array –Four to a seat. At every little lurchWe children bounced and laughed with quiet glee.We rode two miles through dusty country lanesWith silent, friendly hills for company.Our father, proudly smiling, held the reinsAnd called his kind...
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