TO THE PUMPKIN PATCH

WAGON IN HAND YOU IN IT

LOOKING TILL WE FOUD THE PERFECT CATCH

 WE WOULD TAKE SIGHT OF THE

PERFECT PUMPKIN

STANDING IN A ROW

YOU DEAR GRAND DAUGHTER WOULD

ALWAYS PICK THE SMALLEST ONE

IT WAS A TRADITION WOULDN'T YOU KNOW

"NO" DON'T YOU WANT THIS BIG ONE

ITS PERFECT CANT YOU SEE

LITTLE GRAND DAUGHTER DOWN

IN THE PUMPKIN PATCH DIRT ON HER KNEES

I WANT THE LITTLE ONE YOU WOULD CRY

I CANT LEAVE IT HERE ALONE IT WILL DIE

YOU ALWAYS WANTED TO SAVE EVERYTHING

THAT WAS SMALL

JESUS TAUGHT YOU TO LOVE LITTLE THINGS

THAT COULDN'T TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES AT ALL

YOU'RE A TEENAGER NOW AND WOULDN'T

YOU KNOW

ITS STILL THE SMALL ONES

THAT YOU LOVE SO

STORY DEDICATED TO MY GRANDDAUGHTER KATIE

OCTOBER 2007

DO NOT COPY

OR REPRODUCE

AUTHOR

HEATHER