Back Next Walking to Town

You and me
And our two grandchildren
Are walking through the town.
We own nothing,
Know no one.
We have the sun
On a warm spring day
Made of fresh morning air.
We are headed toward the toy store
Two miles away.
We serenade our grandchildren
With what we shall buy them.
The expectation of the event
And the scenic path along the way
Are a hymn to ourselves.

Irwin R. Shaw - 1990