By Richard Wallace
Grandpa On The Lake
When Grandpa takes me fishing
I always take a book.
His line is in the water
but it doesn’t have a hook.
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He’s looking at the water
but I don’t see what he sees.
He’s looking at the forest
but there’s nothing there but trees.
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He said he saw a moose one day,
the next an elephant.
I had to scrunch my eyes up tight
to see just where they went.
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He sees the fish down in the water
and he counts them one, two, three.
Just how he sees to count them
is a mystery to me.
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I love to go with Grandpa,
we have sandwiches and cake,
and the fish are always happy
when it’s Grandpa on the lake.
