8th grade

Mr. Washington’s Fingerprints

Pink magnolia accents the humbly grey sky; rivers thicken with green shrubbery; farmland fallows as a new harvest awaits. With wandering anticipation I stare out the window smug because Iā€™d been accepted, embarrassed, because our overbearing tour bus seemed to interrupt the holiness of Mt. Vernon. George ā€“ Mr. Washington, I mean ā€“ is the […]