Romeo Naces Poet Tail-rhyme

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 !

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