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Grandpa's Garden

My Grandpa

By Kristen UlrichPublished 5 months ago 1 min read

Outside I run,

into the green grass,

I am teeny,

Surrounded by green zucchini,

Red tomatoes,

Purple eggplant,

In his garden, I am like an ant.

The dirt is so soft,

High, high up is our loft.

In his stern voice, Grandpa calls out, "Come here!"

After a second, I run near.

Grandpa's garden is where I want to be,

For all of eternity.


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Kristen Ulrich

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