Along our garden fence the way
Was the nicest one ever sees!
That’s where I walked first thing each day
With grass up to my knees.

That’s where till dusk I’d play and hide,
In this spot full of rocks and sand.
Then Grandpa would take me back inside,
Leading me by the hand.

I wished I was big and tall, I said,
Could see what’s out there, beyond.
Granddad just smiled, shaking his head,
“You’ll see much too soon,” he’d respond.

And so I did. I soon did see
The world that’s there to explore.
I only wish that it would be
Half as nice as my spot by the door.