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My granda and me.

Poetry By: Desilu
Poetry


dedicated to my wonderful Grandad.


Submitted:May 9, 2012    Reads: 125    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


As the leaves are twisting and twirling

On their journey to the ground

My thoughts come swirling upwards

And I can not keep them down.

And when the mists start clearing

I begin to see

An old man with silver hair

Is holding hands with me.

His blue eyes shine with love

As he turns and winks at me.

We wander down the country lane

And it's a wondrous world to be

Walking with my Granda

On our way home for tea.

In the hedgerow we spot a stile

He lifts me and we sit awhile

Then the air is filled

With his rich clear voice

As he sings my song

My favourite choice.

I know he's singing just for me

And I feel as proud as proud can be

As we both dawdle home for tea.

Now shops and houses fill the land

Where I used to walk with my old Grand.

I can never take that walk again

Or dawdle down that country lane.

But of my memories,I take great care

And they can always take me there.





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