Grandpa Vernon's Poems

Canada
















Canada

We pride ourselves on doing our thing
Our way is always good.
But now we find we're missing things,
A lot more than we should.
But happily there is a way
That won't leave us all deprived.
Let's go down to the U.S.A.
And see what has arrived.
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All poems.

  • 'Twas Long Ago One Summer Eve
  • A Muse Can Be Eighty-Five Years Old
  • A Single Boy
  • A Tall Story
  • A habit that is funny
  • A little green frog
  • A wealth of friends!
  • Above the trees and out of reach
  • All about toads
  • All the years when you were free
  • Bat
  • Bay 6--a toast
  • Beauty
  • Bed Time Story
  • Beneath the Oak Trees
  • Canada
  • Christmas and the Flowers
  • Cynic
  • Friends
  • Two toasts

Links.

  • Grandpa Vernon's poems on Facebook
  • Rebecca's website
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