Grandpa had his garden,
With compost and a tool shed,
He laboured quietly in the sun …
Ate cantaloupe and went to bed.
Grandpa had his garden,
When I was very young,
My interest was in swimming
And always having fun …
Grandpa had a garden,
The memory lingers in my mind
As I stand over my sink,
Tossing out the peelings, time after time.
Grandpa had his garden,
In which he took much pride …
I too have my garden,
I am thankful – a feeling I won't hide.
Grandpa had his garden,
He liked the hues of green …
I wonder if in Heaven now
Has a little garden now, a joy to be seen.
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