This poem I wrote in a matter of minutes, literally. It is for my grandpa who passed away.

Along the way we row
To Grandpa's house we go
On our barefeet for popcorn and sweets
For we always know where to meet
Rowing in the boat
Can't wait to feed the billy goat
As we make our way across the pond
We catch a glimpse of a fawn
Before we know it we are at the lawn
We find a fishing pole along the way
And at the pond we decide to stay
We cast our poles to catch a fish
It is one thing I will always miss
We wander around
Till we fall on the ground
And before we know it we are homeward bound
But we accept our exhilaration and realize our anticipation
For next time we know
To Grandpa's house we'll go