Rhythmic Stories July 1, 2022

Grandad by the Gate

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Isa

On a lazy summer, breezy day
Grandads garden flowers would rock and sway

A more beautiful scene could not equate
From The view I had from his garden gate

My Grandad loved Planting flowers back then
He would talk for hours about different kinds of them

The beauty of light-absorbing butterfly wings
What does the dark color on their wings mean

The lantern of the dancing firefly
As he twinkles across the night sky

How the katydids hearing is remarkable to make up for what it cannot see
Or the landing strategy of the honey bees, As he spies the flower

and takes a closer look to see

Grandad loved listening to all of natures spoken words
He knew them to be true in his garden of gold

A beautiful field of flowers reminds me now of him
when the time comes for God to raise unrighteous men

I’ll be looking for you, Grandad, by a garden gate
With a fruit jar full of your favorite flowers,

it’s not much longer to wait

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