Grangra

I like to walk with Grandpa;
his steps are short like mine.
He doesn't say, "Now hurry up,"
he always takes his time.

I like to walk with Grandpa;
his eyes see things mine do...
wee pebbles bright,
a funny cloud,
half-hidden drops of dew.

Most people have to hurry;
they do not stop and see.
I'm glad for Grandpa
unrushed and young like me.

--Rodney O. Hurd