Thursday, 14 April 2016

My grandad

My grandad

His gray hair spikes up like a thorn bush.
And his voice rumbles as he speaks too. 

Normally all he talks to me about is golf 
because he was a famous  golf player. 

They had a dog that we used to play catch with 
but she passed away.

In the holidays he would take us to the beach 
and we would jump of a little cliff into 
a bunch of sand. 

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