Henry and the Pansies
Henry was up late last night
Munching from Grandpa's pansies
Still full of Grandpa's tasties.
Grandpa went to his garden
He'd water before the sun
He found a mess, almost cried
Now what have those rabbits done
Grandma said they've eaten bad
They ate most of your pansies
Grandpa did cry knowing that
What to do, they're not candies
Both put their heads together
Grandma said, think I've got it
Grandpa wrung his hands, waiting
Waiting for Grandma, say what
We can build them a shelter
A nice place where they can eat
And come sleep, Grandpa added
Then they made a hutch for them
A hangout for the bunnies
They could eat and sleep and dream
Henry was happy, he laughed
Grandpa laughed and Grandma smiled
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Photos and Poem Copyright © 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Stacie Eirich at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Celebrating Children's Poetry - Dreaming with Stacie, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/celebrating-childrens-poetry-dreaming.html
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- I'm also linked to Day Six of NaPoWriMo, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-six-5/
Awwww. This is so sweet.
ReplyDeleteGrandma alwaays comes to the rescue!
ReplyDeleteand everyone lived happily ever after.... Nice, Jim
ReplyDeleteGrandma knows best!
ReplyDeleteSuch a delightful poem...to be with grandparents is a bliss!
ReplyDeleteJim, this is sweet & playful & just how I imagine a child's day in a grandparent's garden might be. So happy Grandma's pansies were saved :-) Thanks for participating in my prompt! Have a great weekend. -Stacie
ReplyDeleteOoh this is absolutely delightful, Jim ❤️
ReplyDeleteCute!
ReplyDeleteNice story of how the pansies were saved.
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