One day I went to see my grandpa's farm.
The drive was nearly seven hours long,
Yet as each second passed the urge grew strong
To see the fields and feel pastoral charm.
As miles stretched away into the past,
I saw the weather vane upon the barn
Perched proudly, held together with some yarn.
There stood my grandpa; I was there at last.
Then, running from my vehicle, I tripped
And planted firmly face into the ground.
My grandpa laughed with cheeks by sunlight browned,
And with strong hands my arm he gently gripped.
That day will always live in memories,
Just me and grandpa in one pod, two peas.