Oh What Fun |
Sometimes on Sundays off we went, to Grandpas place where the day we spent. Quiet a long drive, we couldn't wait. Those lucious hot dogs, that was our bait. Grandpa had the fire all aglow. We got out screaming, he sure did know. The sticks were all there by the fireside. The points all widdled, Grandpas most special pride. We slid on the dogs and off we'd run, and stick em in the fire till nice and done. I liked mine black, cracked and slpit. I had to be careful not to burn the stick. We would run and play and jump and sit, and eat those hot dogs till we all got sick. The ride back home was very long. Those dogs in us churned clear till dawn. Finally we drifted off to sleep. Those Sundays at Grandpas, memories to keep! Written by: S. Matheson 2/11/2001 |
