When I was a boy not much larger than a grasshopper

When I went to bed I hoped I'd have a happy dream

One of my fondest dreams was my visits to grandpa's farm

Grandpa, grandma and I making a churn of ice cream.



Another dream I loved to have was Grandpa and me.

Walking down an old clay road to the old country store

I had to stand on my tip toes to look inside the candy case

Each time all that candy made my mouth water a little more.



Sadly, grandma and grandma aren't with me anymore

But my memories of them will always live in my mind

Because those young days I spent with them on the farm

Were days in my life that were a very special kind.

Ralph L. Clark©

June 22, 2009

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