I love to go to Grampa's house. <br />He lives far, far away. <br />It's hard to sit still in the car <br />and it takes us two whole days. <br /> <br />My Grampa's fun is different. <br />He doesn't run and play. <br />But grampa's fun is special fun <br />and I love him best that way. <br /> <br />My Grampa tells me stories <br />when I sit on his knee <br />about the games and things he did <br />when he was small like me. <br /> <br />Sometimes he takes me fishin' <br />in a boat out on the lake. <br />We sing songs and then I giggle <br />at the bird sounds Grampa makes. <br /> <br />My grampa knows the names of things <br />like trees and plants and such. <br />He shares the stuff he knows with me <br />and I love him, oh so much. <br /> <br />I wish Grampa lived next door to me. <br />he lives so far away... <br />But I love to go to Grampa's house <br />though it takes us two whole days.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grampa-s-house-children/
