This is a picture of and
a poem about my Grandpa's House

A big front porch with a rockin’ chair
A sign by the road says, “Veggies for sale”
Little sweat bees buzz through the air
Beagles penned up in their little dog jails

Coffee percolatin’ smells good to my nose
Yummy scents of breakfast through the house flows
Into his saucer Grandpa’s coffee goes
Water for the dishes heatin’ on the stove

Shooed outdoors to play at last
Chiggers bite us if we roll in the grass
We go fishing for bluegill and bass
This summer vacation will go to fast

Ridin’ the tractor, up on Grandpa’s lap
If we disobey Grandma, the flyswatter will snap
Put to bed mid-afternoon for a short nap
When supper is over, the dogs get the scraps

Find a litter of kittens and off they run
Can’t play with the puppies, they’re spoiled by fun
Spend hours and hours playin’ in the sun
Hunt lightning bugs when the day is done

Grandpa goes hunting; squirrels, rabbits, & fowl
That’s when the dogs get out to bark, bay and howl
I can never go back to that plot of land now
‘Cuz somebody bought it and tore the house down.