Nature's Friend: The Gwen Frostic Story

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Gwen followed her brothers and sisters everywhere like a small fawn follows its herd They roamed the woods and fields near Croswell their tiny town tucked into the thumb of Michigan Gwen played and picked wildflowers But her hands were weakened from an illness as a baby Her speech was slurred one small foot dragged and she fell down often She banged her elbows She bumped her shins Gwen doesn’t need your help Helen Mama called from the porch Mama knew Gwen could do whatever she put her mind to She bruised her knees I never knew I couldn’t do something Gwen Frostic