My New paper boat.!

It was raining out there and I was down with cold.
I tore out a paper from my notebook old.

Three folds on it and ready was my boat.
It felt like magic, on water it could float!

In a joyous journey on the slushy road,
It rolled and sailed and sailed and Rolled!

In its memory, A poem I wrote.
And I named it…
My new paper boat, My new paper boat!

GRAND Pa ( L)

In his snow white hair,
My grandpa looks old..
His fat tummy’s filled with air,
and He has a tooth made of gold..!!

Early morning six he takes me on a walk..
Through the mist, to the grand green park…!!
Talk and Walk and Walk and Talk.
Throwing biscuits at  dogs that bark..!!