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GRANDMA'S POEM, a poem by Yolanda Geneva Hershey, USA
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Yolanda Geneva Hershey, USA
GRANDMA'S POEM
This is a poem, to make you laugh and not cry,As I tell you a tale, of a day past by.Twas early in the Spring, on a day damp and drear,With a little rain falling, and a garden that is near.One that had recently been covered with manure that spring. So it would flourish with vegetables and flowering things. Two children out playing, in the rain that day, and a grandma hollering, This is no time to play. Get back in the house, and get yourselves warm, you shouldn't be out in the cold and the storm. After hollering quite often no results could I see. Now picture this: The rain, the garden, and grandma, that's me. As I hurried to the grainery to send those children home a little bit angry and chilled to the bone. Huffing and puffing a little out a wind, I'm past fifty six and no longer slim. When they saw grandma coming, it put them in gear, well those children could run just like a deer. Down through the garden they sped in great glee knowing they could outrun their grandma, that's me. After them I ran with never a fear, I'd catch those kids, and me they would hear. Light footed are they as they put it in gear, my feet are like lead I can't even get near. Well I slipped and fell and they looked back at me. Such giggling and laughing I was a sight to see. Well, here I lie in the mud and the manure they are laughing real hard, and I am real sore. Shouting after them I know you are living far away and you'll come back up to grandma's house some day. Was really quite funny, as I picked myself up splattered with mud and also with muck. So I cleaned up and calmed down, and myself I could see, as I looked as through thier eyes, my anger did cease. Was really quite funny, and I was sure they could see, those children had outsmarted and outrun their grandma (and that's me) 'Tis is hard to believe, this was my fix, when Yolanda was five and Joshua was six.
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