Mushroom Hunting With Dad
When springtime comes, I'm always glad
To go mushroom hunting with my dad
Walking in the woods on a cool, spring day
Taking in the beauty of God's display
It's just like a treasure hunt to me
Searching for those gems amongst the leaves
What a thrill, when one I think I spy
But it's just a leaf, so I pass on by
Then at last, I spot a beauty
And by it's side, three little cuties
A pinch to the stems, then placed in my sack
I hope to fill it till there's no more slack
On through the woods we trek, Dad and me
Then stop in our tracks in disbelief
Under an apple tree stands a whole bunch
Enough for more than one supper and lunch
On some such hunts, we may find a lot
Other times, not one mushroom we'll spot
No matter, we still enjoy the hike
Doing something together we like
These times with my Dad I'll always treasure
Nice memories I'll always remember
Just thinking of it makes me glad
Going mushroom hunting with my dad.
Copyright © Tina Finley | Year Posted 2006
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