Back Next Grandchildren

You and me
and our two
are walking through the town
we own nothing
know no one
we have the sun
on a warming spring day
made of fresh morning air
We are headed toward the toy store
2 miles away
We serenade our grandchildren
with what we shall buy them
The expectation of the Event
the scenic path along the way
is the hymn to ourselves.

Irwin R. Shaw - March 10th 1990