ROWING WITH GRANDPA
Down the river, In
chill and shiver; In evening deep, One promise to keep. Grandpa and we two, A
little adventure to woo. A boat
and a lantern lone, The spirits' light
shone. We reached the stream's bosom. And let our curiousity blossom. We caressed the surface wet. Richest treasure we could get. Our house was
at a distance. It was such a rare
instance. Rowing with Grandpa dear, Sans
any doubt or fear. The little light's reflection, Was such a cute attraction. In fond ripples
did it smile. Loving our innocent style. "Even the river is home." Grandpa
said. "Under one dome." "You
both must love her true. And be blessed under the sky blue!" "And you Grandpa?" We wanted to
know. As we did the boat gently row. "I
will be a part of the river always! No matter which way my fate sways!" Ages
later, we both still row. To that
precise spot we want to go. May be
Grandpa is still waiting there. Smiling
with sublime love and care.
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