To Walk and Whistle With Granddad
at summer's end, our carefree
whistling, as we hiked to the bus
station, was enough..
for indeed, to whistle with my
granddad was to shorten the
long hike by half..
and to walk with him through
gravel and rock was to hear
the dirt road laugh !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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