My Thanksgiving Poem

Over some rivers and down the interstate,
To Grandmother and Grandfather’s house we go.
My husband knows the way as the car radio plays
And as we pass the white and drifted snow.

Over some rivers and down the interstate,
Please don’t cry, sweet Babykins.
We’ll soon be there with family that cares,
And we’ll even meet with some friends.

Over some rivers and down the interstate,
Now Grandmother and Grandfather’s house I spy.
Hurrah for the fun! Have the Lions won?
Hurrah for some apple pie!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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