“I’ve Got Something to Show Ya.”
“I’ve something to show ya,” Grandpa would say, His hushed voice just above a whisper. Dutifully I would follow him, And sit on his uncomfortable lap, Trapped by his arms on both sides That are holding a book in front of me, In his favorite, blue-plaid chair. Undoubtedly, The book would be a Nature… Continue reading “I’ve Got Something to Show Ya.”