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
- - -and  
 - 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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