A sweet child of stone Sits quietly in a garden. He drew me close As though he spoke to me. I hear him sigh For he is bored. He cannot play like me, This sweet child of stone. ~~~~~ I looked on the Internet for a poem that would go with my photo, and I couldn't find one. I sometimes sit down in a quiet moment and a see if a few lines will flow. It's not perfect but I hope you like it. I found this sweet little boy on a large urn on top of a pedestal tucked away in one corner of the garden. I…
