I like to walk with Grandpa
He takes his time you see
His steps are little just like mine
He stops and waits for me.
He lets me ask him questions
He lets me hold his hand
He makes me feel ten feet tall
And I think that he is grand.
He says there is no one like me
And gold is what o]I’m worth
When I get to walk with Grandpa
I’m the luckiest kid in the world.
Author: Patsy Gaut
Poem, “A Walk with Grandpa”~ for papa at christmas.
I like to walk with Grandpa, his steps are short like mine. He doesn’t say, “Now hurry up.” He always takes his time. I like to walk with Grandpa, his eyes see things like mine; a birdie bright, a funny cloud, a penny that really shines. Most people are in a hurry, they do not stop and see; I’m glad that God made Grandpa unrushed, and almost as young as me.
Author: Rodney O. Hurd
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Poem, "A Walk with Grandpa"~ for papa at christmas