I like walking with Nanna and Grandad
Their steps are short like mine
They don’t say ‘now hurry up’
They always take their time.
I like to walk with Nanna and Grandad
Their eyes see things like mine do.
Wee pebbles bright
A funny cloud
Half hidden drops of dew.
Most people have to hurry
They do not stop to see.
I’m glad that God made Nanna and Grandad
Unrushed and young like me.