Grandpa walked around his back yard holding onto me
It was in the suburbs surrounded by houses I could not see
His fences were shrubs that grew very tall around the yard
They grew so thick it kept all our neighbors from us bared
People I could hear walking and talking but I could never see
Staying very still and quiet on my side they never got to see me
Flower beds were laced with every kind of colorful blumes
In the house vases with beautiful flowers set in all the rooms
Tall standing pink Tulips and deep red roses were his pride
They had grown up to my waist when we stood side by side
One day when I wanted to get a scent of his luscious bluebell
A spider was sitting on it and the whole world heard me yell
Gramps had two sons and another child there would not be
Mother and daddy also had two sons and then along came me
Summer weekends at my grandparents house I spent all alone
Because I was the only girl, that could be what had set the tone
Pleasant memories of gramps yard will always stick with me
Many reasons that I have especially for the spider and one tree
In the center of this landscape stood a large Weeping Willow
It was my hiding place a bed of grass and moss for my pillow
by Eileen Clark
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