Grandson, It was a few winters ago,
Grandpa Bill and I made quite a show.
Thank God no one else was there to see.
Just the squirrels and Grandpa and me.
We had a bit of fun that day
As we took our time along the way.
We carried our sleds upon our back,
Your Grandpa Bill said we weren't slack.
But I'm not so sure about that,
Cause our ol' bodies had gained some fat.
And before we reached the top of the hill,
We had to rest, me and ol' Grandpa Bill.
When we finally made it to the top,
We felt like we were gonna drop!
I said "Grandpa, lets take a blood pressure pill,
Before we slide back down that hill."
Grandpa said, "I'll slide down first, and wait on you,
That way I can blaze a trail, think that'll do?"
And I thought that would be just fine,
I told him I'd watch till he gave me a sign,
That it was ok and I could slide down.
Boy, we thought we were going to 'town,'
But when Grandpa got down there that day,
He stopped and sat down right in the way.
I got on my sled and started down,
As I got near the bottom I saw a big mound,
And at first I though it was snow, but it
Turned out to be your Grandpa, don't you know.
Well son, I just laid back on that ol' sled,
My eyes open wide, as tears I began to shed.
I knew we were going to be tossed and turned about.
And Grandpa was gonna' be very upset, I had no doubt.
Well needless to say that ended our rides,
And together we hobbled back home side by side.
To lick our wounds, and thaw our feet,
And sigh a sigh of relief, as we took a seat.
I looked at Grandpa and he looked at me,
He laughed and said "Well I'll be!"
~From now on ol' gal~
Let' stay home in front of the fire, take our pills,
And stay off of them sleds and out of them there hills!
2004 October 7
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine:
A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance:
He that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast.