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Where my grandparents live,

the soft summer wind would sigh

In the breeze from the lake

Sometimes we’d collect fireflies

The birds and squirrels would compete

For their kindness

And in the winter snow,

Their hearts and hearth were blessed

With lawn playgrounds and

No fences between them all

Lively, lifeless leaves

Would explode in the Fall

Through the long months of Spring

My heart would sing

And imagination would create a

Canandaigua Camelot complete with Queen and King

In sadness and tears, laughter and joy

My grandparents have helped to live

One eternally grateful boy.

Sometimes in this world

We can get so discouraged

And when I am longing and low

And have no more courage

I can always look back

To those soft, fuzzy days

And realize that my family

Meant more than I could say

And Grandma and Grandpa

So loving and fine

Haven’t changed a bit

In all this time