Here’s a little ditty I wrote and posted in 2015 that I’m re-blogging. Years ago when my grandmother was alive, I enjoyed walking to her house, even as an adult. Now, our town boasts a series of connected cement walkways that would have provided a scenic route from my house to hers if she were still alive.
The following is set to a familiar tune we associate with Thanksgiving. To hear me sing it while accompanying myself on piano, click below. Happy Thanksgiving!
Over the Bridge and Along the Creek
Over the bridge and along the creek to Grandma’s house I go.
My cane knows the way. I will not stray as through the leaves I go.
Over the bridge and along the creek, now Grandma’s house I spy.
Hurray for the turkey, stuffing, and yams and Grandma’s apple…
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