Grandfather

Submitted By: lapeen2

Grandfather

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 mine do...
wee pebbles bright,
a funny cloud,
half-hidden drops of dew.

Most people have to hurry;
they do not stop and see.
I'm glad for Grandpa
unrushed and young like me.

--Rodney O. Hurd

Author: Rodney O. Hurd
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