Rock Hounds
Now, Princess Lailah takes a walk
Upon her toddler legs
And bends to pick up all the rocks
As though they’re Easter eggs.
I find the fascination strange –
That, too, did Princess Tess.
We’d amble down the walk and street,
Return with an excess.
Of all my grands, the smallest is
The young Prince Elliott.
He’s crawling. Loves geology?
I cannot tell you yet.
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*The poem was written 10 months ago.
Elliott is no longer the youngest of my
grandchildren – Jackson has been born
since. And Elliott is now walking quite
well. I still can’t tell yet. 🙂
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.
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