At Grandpa's Farm

                               AT GRANDPA’S FARM

When I go up to Grandpa’s farm, I know that there will be

A loving Granddad’s welcoming—a special smile for me.

A pickup truck, a tractor, and a friendly horse to ride:

Some cows and hogs, some cats and dogs, I’ll feed, at Granddad’s side.

Though years have gone and time has fled, no sight of age I see

In my dear red-haired Grampa’s eyes—he’s young at heart to me.

When I go up to Grandma’s house, I know that there will me

Good things to eat, a house so neat, and sweet serenity.

My grandmother has lots to do but when I visit her,

There’s always time for games and fun with just a granddaughter.

Now they’ve been married fifty years and when this party’s o-er,

Each one of us will join with you to wish them fifty more.

     

             --Jay M. Richardson