Walking With Grandpa
by Thena Smith
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 do.
Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud, half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry, they don't stop and see.
I'm glad that God made Grandpa, unrushed and young like me.

Grandpa Charlie



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