I remember the tall grass
Up to my little knees
As I raced with my cousin;
Laughing as we played.
The sound of the lawn mower
Comes to the back with a loud roar.
Then stops with sputter as;
Grandpa stops the engines.
“Get up,” he says with a wide grin
We both climb atop; one on each knee.
He holds us tight so not to let us fall.
Stars the engines; here we go!
Drive around the back we mow;
Together with our grandpa
We both ride high; enjoying our time
Being close to our grandpa for another time.
April 6th prompt; Write a rememory from childhood.