My Guest Author is my Aunt Betty (though she doesn’t know it yet).
She wrote this poem when she was in the 8th grade at Knob Hill School.
I have a little brother
And he helps around a lot.
He learned to walk like all big men,
When just a little tot.
He pitches hay for Father
And he sweeps the floor for Mother
And I wouldn’t want to trade him
For anybody’s brother.
This is my favorite picture of Aunt Betty & her “little brother”
