Gramma's House. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Gramma's House.



Gramma's house.
Gramma's is a large and brown.
With flowers all around.
Long green steps to the pouch.
With chairs three to spare.
As you enter you can smell
All the nice things she does have.
She bakes in her kitchen.
A sweet apple pie for you and I.
It's nice to go to Gramma's house.
She lives at the end of the lane.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: house
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