Vol. 1 Chap. 580
Stop and Smell the Roses!
Pistil, Stamen, Pollination!
My Poor Brain Needs a Vacation!
Once, I’d Stop and Smell the Roses!
Now I’m Not Sure That My Nose is
Able to Over~Ride My Brain,
Switched On at Sun~Rise, I Remain
In Science Class Mode Even Though
It’s Been a Year Since Kids Could Go
Into What Once was Our Class~Room!
A Year Since Everything Went Zoom!
Now I Have Trouble Discerning
Just What’s Mandatory Learning!
Aud Saw Me Mentally Distressed!
Grabbed Mom’s Keys Yelled, “C’mon Get Dressed!”
In a Snap We’re In Paisley Fields
On a Tractor with Huge Rear Wheels!
Aud Drove Slowly and Narrated,
Connecting Concepts in My Head!
Pistil, Stamen, Pollination!
Imagine My Pure Elation!
"Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom,
Your Grampa Sure Loves Y’All!
Love~Grampa
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