Walking With Grandma


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    Walking With Grandma

    I like to walk with grandma,
    her steps are short like mine.
    She doesn't say "Now hurry up."
    She always takes her time.

    I like to walk with grandma,
    her eyes see things like mine do...
    Wee pebbles bright, a funny cloud,
    Half hidden drops of dew,
    Most people have to hurry,
    They do not stop to see.

    I'm glad God made grandma,
    Unrushed and young like me.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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